CHAPTER 458: 224. NAN WAN SNEERED, ’MU JIN HUAN, I’VE FOUND THAT YOU ARE TRULY FULL OF LIES.

Nan Wan’s calm eyebrows did not waver at all, as if what the other party was saying was inconsequential, "Mu Huan didn’t hide anything from me, there’s no need for you to sow discord."

Yu Qinglu fell ill very early; when she used to travel back and forth between An City and Qing City every week, she had already met Yu Qinglu in the sanatorium.

Later, when her condition worsened, Mu Jin Huan brought Yu Qinglu back to Qing City. At first, he indeed didn’t tell her until Zhao Ying sent her a photo.

They were married, and their love left no doubts.

She lay beside Mr. Mu’s pillow every day; no one knew better than her whether he loved her or not.

"What a pity," Yu Qinglu sighed with some disappointment and regret, "so you two love each other so much, with not even a hint of doubt. I’m quite jealous."

Why?

She had given all her youth and emotions to that man. Why couldn’t he love her as he loved Nan Wan...

Even if just for one day.

"Guilty? Do you think Mu Huan still feels guilty toward you?" Nan Wan smiled faintly, her delicate features gentle and beautiful, "Your self-degradation is merely slowly consuming Mu Huan’s sense of responsibility toward you."

Upon hearing her words, the curve of Yu Qinglu’s lips froze, her gaze distant and indistinguishable.

Even though she was enveloped by the sunlight streaming in through the window, she still felt a chill spreading from her feet upwards. It was the most comfortable June in Qing City, yet she couldn’t feel a bit of warmth.

The sound of her upper and lower teeth clashing felt almost as if it would shatter her eardrums.

Indeed, Mu Huan no longer felt any supposed guilt toward her; everything was just her self-deceptive fantasy.

The clarity that Lu Yao’s sudden appearance had provoked was slowly becoming muddled again. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to think, see, or hear anything, but rather that she didn’t know what the purpose of her existence was.

After a while, she finally raised her head and looked at Nan Wan.

Her voice was somewhat hoarse, "Is it true that no one will remember me in the future?"

To Nan Wan, this Yu Qinglu seemed very unfamiliar, like the white mist lingering among the trees in a forest after a heavy rain, vague and ethereal.

An emotion she couldn’t quite grasp suddenly appeared in her mind and then quickly disappeared without leaving a trace.

Softly she said, "Life is so short; there’s no need to waste time on unimportant people."

She was no Virgin Mary, and it was hard to feel any compassion for the person in front of her.

"Yes, very true," Yu Qinglu nodded as if she greatly agreed, "I have to go to the counseling room now, see you next time."

She didn’t wait for the elevator but chose to take the stairs.

That thin, frail back was desolate and lonely.

After the sound of her slow footsteps faded away, Nan Wan finally stepped over to the side of the elevator, pressed the button, and stood there waiting.

For some reason, Nan Wan always felt something odd, much like the day before Mr. Mu was about to go to Paris—an inexplicable unease left her always distracted.

And now, she had that kind of feeling, albeit much fainter, unnoticeable unless closely examined.

...

A knock on the door sounded, and Nan Chengzhi hung the towel in his hand, carefully helping Du Ruo lower the rolled-up sleeve of the hospital gown before going to open the door.

Seeing Nan Wan at the door, he revealed a loving smile, "Wanwan, you’re here. It’s not the weekend; how do you have time to come over?"

He only remembered taking care of Du Ruo, forgetting himself, with a large portion of the sleeve of his checkered shirt visibly soaked.

There were still water stains on the floor.

Such a scene, Nan Wan couldn’t possibly overlook, showed he was helping his mother clean up her body.

Someone who had always been served by others, when had he ever done such things...

Nan Wan stepped into the ward, "I came to deliver some materials to Doctor Sheng. He’s still busy, so I came up to take a look."

Sitting on the hospital bed, Du Ruo smiled at Nan Wan as she entered, even though she didn’t recognize who she was.

Such a pure smile gave Nan Wan the illusion that her mother wasn’t really ill, just that she forgot those heartbreaking and despairing past events.

Nan Chengzhi pulled a chair over to the bedside, "The servant from home will be delivering food later; I’ll have them prepare a bit more so you can eat with us."

He forgot when it started, but she stopped calling him.

Compared to the sarcastic and distant "dad" of the past twenty-plus years, he found this much more comfortable.

"No, Jiu Jiu and Pea are at home; I’ll go back to eat."

"Alright then," Nan Chengzhi nodded, sitting by the bed, looking at Du Ruo who had been staring at Nan Wan, "This is Wanwan, Xiaoze’s sister, our daughter."