A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1675 - 355: Reborn as a Human – Her Weakness (Fifth Update)
As soon as the words left her mouth, Yun Ya regretted it. She bit her lip hard, letting tears fall, but couldn’t bring herself to say anything to admit she was wrong.
There was no sound from above for a long moment.
"Alright, you really are something." Yan Song suddenly let go of her, turned around without any warning, and walked away.
Yun Ya couldn’t steady herself and fell hard to the ground.
She watched the man stride away, his tall silhouette growing more distant, as if he was walking out of her world forever.
Suddenly, she felt afraid. She wanted to get up and chase after him, wanted to tell him, I don’t want you to leave... Do you know how scared I am of you leaving? It’s precisely because I’m so afraid that I act so insecure.
But his last words, cold and devoid of emotion, extinguished all her hope.
She suddenly felt the world turn dark, a fog clouding her vision, as if she had returned to that lost, helpless world.
Just the thought of Brother Yan leaving her made her heartache as if she might die immediately.
The redness simmered in her eyes, her teeth clenched tightly. She couldn’t feel her body trembling slightly, as if a beast inside her was roaring, trying to break through its physical restraints...
Her eye caught sight of the medical scissors that had fallen by her feet, and her breathing suddenly quickened, her stare fixed intently, slowly reaching her hand towards them.
In her eyes, a bloody and manic flame churned, capable of burning others, even more capable of consuming herself entirely.
At this moment, her mind was blank. These scissors were her escape...
If she was hurt, if she died, would he turn back?
If he dared step out of this room, he would definitely regret it.
Brother Yan, I told you, from the moment you decided to love me, you had no way out...
Just as her fingers grasped the scissors, the man at the door suddenly stopped.
In the mere three breaths that passed, it felt like a lifetime had gone by...
The man suddenly turned around, quickly walking towards her, and before Yun Ya could react, he knelt on the ground, holding her tightly in his arms.
The strength was so firm it hurt her bones.
"What am I supposed to do with you?" His helpless sigh was laced with bone-deep affection, echoing in her ear again and again.
The scissors "thudded" to the carpet, the redness in her eyes gradually fading away, like the sun breaking through the clouds, her world restored back to life.
"Brother Yan..." She buried her face in his embrace and began to cry uncontrollably, as if reborn.
She didn’t know if she would have plunged the scissors into her chest if Brother Yan hadn’t turned back, but she feared more than death a life without Brother Yan.
She was more afraid of scaring him. He must think she’s crazy, which she was, haha...
"Then tell me, how did the wound on your wrist come about? Did you cut it yourself?" Yan Song asked softly.
Yun Ya nodded. Indeed, she had cut it herself, but there were reasons; how should she explain?
Yan Song held her tighter. He thought Yun Ya hurt herself because she was mad at him. He’d noticed the self-harm marks on Yun Ya’s body before. How could she be so foolish?
Yan Song felt both heartbroken and angry, yet he didn’t dare lose his temper. He realized there was a very extreme side to Yun Ya’s character, which was very dangerous, and he could only cater to her, otherwise, who knows what she might do.
It seemed he still cared too little about her, and he would need to spend more time with her in the future to make her feel secure; slowly, it should get better.
"You can’t do this again in the future, alright?" Yan Song gently admonished.
Yun Ya nodded: "I understand."
If this could make him care more about her, then how the wound came about didn’t matter anymore.
Yan Song touched her wound: "Does it still hurt?"
Yun Ya shook her head with a smile, tears still on her face, "It doesn’t hurt anymore."
Yan Song wiped her face with his fingers, "Don’t cry anymore in the future."
"Do you know? In this world, there are only two people I cry in front of. One is you, the other is Miaomiao, because I know you both are the ones I love the most and who love me the most. My tears have someone to comfort and understand them, but beyond you two, I know crying is useless; it doesn’t solve problems. My weakness will only show in front of you."
The more she spoke like this, the more Yan Song’s heart ached. It truly was this way. All this time, apart from crying in front of him, Yun Ya was always gentle and elegant before others, hardly losing her temper, much less crying.
Some people mask themselves as very strong, as if impervious, yet these people are often the most fragile. A single vulnerability is enough to topple the walls they’ve painstakingly built at a breakneck speed.
Yun Ya was one of these people, and her vulnerabilities were Miaomiao and him...
"I’ll reflect. In the future, I won’t make you cry anymore, but you should at least give me a chance to explain, right? Running away like that, I didn’t even get a chance to explain, isn’t that unfair?"
"Then tell me, why did you want to leave?" Yun Ya put her hands on her hips.
"Because of work." Because of you.
"Alright." Yun Ya had no argument against this reason. Besides being her man, he was also a soldier, tasked with the duty of defending the country. How could she selfishly obstruct his progress?
"When are you leaving?"
"It’s not confirmed yet, but within the next few days."
"When will you be back?"
Silence dragged on.
Yun Ya looked up at him.
"Maybe soon, maybe not for a while..."
Yun Ya furrowed her brows, what kind of answer was that?
"I promise you, this is the last time. When I return, there will be nobody in this world who can separate us."
His gaze was as steadfast as a boulder, deeply stirring Yun Ya’s heart.
Yun Ya pouted: "You always say it’s the last time, but each time you lie, I don’t believe you anymore."
Yan Song captured her hand, placing it on his chest. Beneath Yun Ya’s palm was his scorching, fervent heartbeat; her hand twitched, then curled up suddenly.
"Believe it or not, it’s up to you."
Yun Ya looked deeply into his eyes, suddenly leaned in, initiating a kiss on his lips, and they both tumbled to the floor...
A knock suddenly disrupted the moment.
A clash of passion pulled them back to reality. Yun Ya hurriedly pushed him away, realizing her clothes were in disarray, she was in no state to meet anyone.
She cleared her throat, asking in as calm a voice as she could muster: "What’s the matter?"
"Mr. Qiao invites the two of you down for dinner."
"Alright, we’ll be there soon." Yun Ya urged him: "Get up quickly."
Yan Song lay on the carpet, holding her in his arms. No matter how Yun Ya pushed, he didn’t move: "Don’t move, just let me lie quietly for a while."
Yun Ya suddenly stopped, obediently curling up in his embrace.
"Don’t keep Grandpa Qiao and Uncle Yan waiting; we should go down, and I still need to tidy up."
"For now, stay here for a while. It’s quiet and safe, and Grandpa Qiao treats you well, so I can be at ease."
"Alright," Yun Ya said compliantly.
After a moment’s thought, she added: "He should know my grandparents, but I’m curious how my ordinary grandparents could know Grandpa Qiao?"
Yan Song playfully pinched her nose: "Grandpa Qiao was ordinary when he was young too."
"True, but I’m still curious about his relationship with my grandparents?"
There was a guess she didn’t dare voice, for fear it would sully her ancestors, especially her grandmother, whom she’d never met and only ever heard of from others.
