Chapter 1390: Chapter 274: All Hearts, Fei Xin – Welcome Home (Second Update)
Meng Shujing anxiously returned to her room, just about to step in, when she saw a slender figure sitting with its back to her direction, appearing so thin and forlorn in the night.
Meng Shujing frowned: "Huahua?"
The figure suddenly stiffened, and slowly turned around, the delicate and petite face looking very pale. Who else could it be but Yan Hua, with red eyes as if she had just been crying.
Meng Shujing walked over quickly, her heart was already troubled beyond belief, and her tone naturally wasn’t pleasant: "Why aren’t you sleeping in the middle of the night, sitting here all alone? Isn’t your health bad enough? Do you want to worry Mom to death?"
She had always been exceptionally lenient and loving towards this daughter, and this was the first time she spoke to her so sternly.
"What happened to your eyes? Who bullied you?" Meng Shujing stepped closer, asking in a low, firm voice.
Yan Hua instinctively took a step back, lowered her head, and softly said: "The wind blew sand into my eyes, I’m fine. I’ll go back to sleep now."
After speaking, she turned around and left.
Meng Shujing sighed, Huahua was sent to a monastery by Lu Yuke for some superstition about bringing bad luck, pitiful as she had never even held this daughter. A monastery is a place for strangers, Huahua, a frail and sickly little girl, had endured countless hardships growing up. After being brought back at the age of ten, though she appeared obedient, sensible, and was very filial to her mother, Meng Shujing always felt there was a thin layer of separation between them. Huahua never acted coquettishly like Jinjin and Xingxing, asking her for things; she was too well-behaved, so well-behaved it was heartbreaking.
Thinking of this, Meng Shujing’s hatred towards Lu Yuke intensified. If not for her, Huahua would have been pampered from a young age, her health wouldn’t be so weak, nor would she be estranged from her mother.
Meng Shujing watched the slender figure fade farther into the darkness, which seemed to want to swallow her. For a moment, she felt a sense of foreboding, but soon suppressed it, turning back with a heavy heart to her room, needing to plan what to do next.
She still had daughters to raise, couldn’t rely on a man, she had to depend on herself.
Yan Hua returned to the room, Yan Xing was watching Korean dramas where the male lead had cancer, was about to die, was afraid the female lead couldn’t handle the truth, chose to break up. Despite the female lead’s hysterical crying, the male lead remained resolute, swallowing all the pain himself. Just a moment ago, he was cruelly decisive; as he turned to leave, tears burst from his eyes filled with despair and melancholy, deeply touching countless sensitive and emotional women’s hearts, causing such agony yet viewers couldn’t help but continue watching, both sympathizing with the male lead and cursing the female lead a fool, wishing to rush in to wake her up, "This man has endured so much for you, how dare you cry?"
Yan Xing cried while watching, nose running, tears flowing, surrounded by countless discarded tissues: "Oppa..."
Yan Hua stood by, watching for a while, drama derived from life, but life was far more soap operatic and cruel than drama imagined.
Tears silently streamed down.
After watching the latest update, Yan Xing switched to a variety show, watching celebrities act silly and ugly to please the audience. Just moments ago crying like a fool, Yan Xing was now laughing heartily, when she looked up and saw Yan Hua standing behind her, startling her into jumping up, seeing Yan Hua’s tear-streaked face, so sorrowful and helpless.
"Second sister... you... what’s wrong?" Yan Xing glanced at the computer screen behind her, still filled with laughter, while Yan Hua gazed at the screen, yet tears streamed, the scene looked strangely eerie...
Yan Hua wiped her tears, walked to the bed: "I’m fine."
Yan Xing quickly ran over: "How can you be fine? You must have something on your mind. I’ve seen you looking burdened lately; you used to call me your little cotton-padded jacket, just tell me, I’ll solve your problems for you." Saying this, she boldly patted her chest.
Yan Hua shook her head, buried herself in bed.
Yan Xing pouted and ran back to watch the variety show.
Yan Hua fell asleep drowsily, had a nightmare, jerking awake. Yan Xing was hugging the computer playing games, thoroughly engrossed.
Suddenly, Yan Hua felt a desire to confess, and quietly said: "Xingxing, Uncle Fei doesn’t have long."
"Oh." Immersed in her game, Yan Xing barely listened, instinctively responded.
