A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1499 - 289: Bizarre and Melodramatic—It Could Kill You (Part 7)

However, is this the end?

No, this is just the beginning.

Firewood, rice, oil, and salt, values and perspectives... there are so many things standing between the two, a union is not the beginning of a beautiful love, but the source of another tragedy.

There are so many such examples around her, they live like Princesses, but after marriage, the Prince they believed in turns out not to be a Prince, but a beast in fine clothes, and life offers no chance to start over.

She knew her thoughts were pessimistic, yet she couldn’t control her wild imagination. Would Brother Yan one day grow tired of her and fall in love with another woman?

She lay on the large bed, curled up in a ball, holding herself tightly. Her heart ached as if it would explode, thousands of voices in her mind tearing at her nerves. A voice of reason told her she should stop this meaningless and boring speculation, but she couldn’t control them as they grew wildly like weeds in her consciousness.

"Do you know how dirty you are?"

"He said he didn’t care...."

"Don’t be stupid, men are all hypocrites...."

"Get out of my head...." She frantically tried to kick that voice out of her mind, but it seeped in everywhere, almost filling her entire world. The voice was everywhere, driving her insane with torment...

"Miss... Miss, what’s wrong?" Ah Yun leaned at the bedside, calling out in concern.

At first, she thought the Miss was asleep, but then crying followed. She hurriedly rushed in, seeing the Miss curled up on the bed, rolling back and forth, mumbling incoherently, looking deranged and terrifying...

Mingyue quickly walked over, reaching the bedside in an instant. Ah Yun watched as she swiftly touched Yun Ya’s chest a few times, and Yun Ya suddenly fainted.

"What happened to the Miss? Should I go find the Lady?" Ah Yun asked worriedly.

Mingyue shook her head, her gaze falling on the girl’s pale face: "She wouldn’t want others to know, you go out, I’ll stay with her."

Ah Yun nodded and turned to leave.

Mingyue sat at the bedside, tucked the corners of the blanket for her, and said, "What are you afraid of?"

——

Yan Song returned at night, and Ah Yun blocked him at the door, "The Miss is sleeping, Master Yan better come back later."

Yan Song had always been polite to Yun Ya’s people, and upon hearing that Yun Ya was indeed sleeping, he didn’t want to disturb her and turned to leave.

However, when he couldn’t sleep and returned in the dark, he was once again blocked by Ah Yun at the door.

Yan Song frowned and asked, "What happened to her?"

Ah Yun pressed her lips but said nothing.

Yan Song’s eyes darkened, something was clearly wrong, he pushed past Ah Yun and strode inside.

Seeing Yun Ya lying quietly in bed, Yan Song breathed a sigh of relief and quickly walked over. Before he could get close, a long sword suddenly blocked his way.

Yan Song frowned and looked over.

Mingyue tilted the sword, glancing at him with slanted eyes. Her gender-ambiguous face exuded a cold and bewitching aura, making one overlook her gender and feel an inner, icy dominance.

Yan Song was not intimidated by this aura, standing tall, the momentum he silently exuded suppressed the opposite party.

"You are the source of all her pain. If I kill you, she will no longer suffer."

Mingyue’s icy voice was devoid of any emotion.

Killing a person seemed so simple to her.

Yan Song squinted his eyes slightly. He had no doubt that if he made any reckless move, the "peerless master" in front of him would slit his throat in an instant.

No matter how deep this person’s depths were, he still hadn’t figured it out.

"If you kill me, she’ll only suffer more."

Mingyue’s eyes narrowed sharply, the air plummeted to freezing point.

"Because you simply don’t understand love."

Mingyue squinted, looked deeply at him, and the tip of the sword skimmed past his ear, piercing into the wall behind him.

"If you make her sad, I won’t hesitate to kill you. Do not ignore my warning."

As her words fell, the afterimage flickered and the figure vanished into nothingness, disappearing along with the sword.

The air was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

Yan Song clenched his fists, stepped toward the bed, bent down to look at the sleeping person, and reached out to touch her cheek.

Even in her sleep, she remained restless, as if dreaming of something unpleasant, her brows furrowed tightly, her fingers clinging to Yan Song’s coat, gripping the light of her life with such force...

Yan Song felt a pang in his heart, holding her in his embrace, gently stroking her long hair, sweeping away her unease inch by inch, smoothing out her agitation.

Yun Ya nestled in his embrace, gradually calming down. Moonlight spilled through the window, casting over her face, her features serene, a gentle, serene smile on her lips.