kvmb Chapter 677 We are even
Chapter 677 We are even
Rong Xin burst into tears in an instant.
She could no longer hold back her tears, from silent sobs to loud cries, as if she wanted to release the pent-up emotions that had been building up in her heart for more than a decade.
She cried until she vomited blood.
Then she fainted again.
Wenren Jing helped her to the bed, wiped her face clean, and sighed softly.
Then he got up and opened the door.
Wen Yu, who had already paced back and forth outside the door countless times, looked at her anxiously: "Sister, how is she?"
"She has recovered most of her memories, but those things were too painful for her, and it will probably take some time to process them."
Wenren Jing thought for a moment and still instructed, "Have people take turns keeping an eye on her. I'm afraid she might not be able to handle it and might do something foolish."
Wenren Jing has been in the present for much longer than Rong Xin, but she was fortunate enough to see the true nature of this world earlier, which prevented her from falling into the same state of utter despair as Rong Xin.
The fire Rong Xin set in the palace back then was because she truly wanted to leave.
Even if it means death.
She's been driven mad by this world; it's worse than depression. Although Rong Xin has woken up and regained most of her memories, she's unsure if she'll suffer a relapse into depression. Rong Xin is a doctor; if she wants to die, no one can stop her.
This is what Wenren Jing is most worried about.
Wen Yu nodded with a heavy expression, looking worriedly into the room, but dared not go in.
When Wenren Jing arrived at the main hall, the noisy chatter of the maids had already subsided, presumably because they had realized that Rong Xin had woken up.
"Aunt Jing," Lu Yangyang asked hurriedly, "How is my aunt?"
Wenren Jing repeated what he had just said to Wen Yu.
Sheng Yunjiao was puzzled: "Why is it more dangerous to regain my memories?"
“When Auntie was insane, perhaps something in her heart was supporting her. No matter how much she hurt herself, she never took the final step. But when she finally woke up, everything from the past would devour her like a beast. More than living, she might need to be free.” Lu Yangyang looked into the distance, and in an instant, many things came to mind.
Then suddenly she made up her mind, "I'll go and stay with my aunt."
After saying that, Lu Yangyang lifted her leg and walked towards Rong Xin's room.
Wen Yu was still standing at the door. When he saw her, he was stunned for a moment and subconsciously wanted to stop her, but he withdrew his hand.
Lu Yangyang entered the room, closed the door, then fetched some water, sat down on the bed, and gently wiped Rong Xin's face and hands, just as she had done countless times before.
Lu Yangyang waited all night. Just as dawn was breaking the next day, Lu Yangyang was still half asleep when she suddenly noticed a movement. She opened her eyes and saw Rong Xin sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, lost in thought.
"Auntie," Lu Yangyang called out instinctively.
Rong Xin turned her head and looked at Lu Yangyang quietly, as if she were seeing her for the first time. She looked at her seriously for a long time before speaking in a hoarse voice, "Yangyang".
"It's me, aunt."
Lu Yangyang's eyes were red, and her voice was hoarse.
For so many years, they have relied on each other for survival, but only today have they finally gotten to know each other formally for the first time.
Rong Xin apologized to her softly, "Yangyang, I'm sorry. In the past, I always hit and scolded you, causing you to be covered in injuries. I can't explain what I was thinking back then. Maybe I wanted you to be able to protect yourself, maybe it was to vent my anger, or maybe I hoped you could become strong and avenge me. I can't say for sure. I'm sorry."
Lu Yangyang shook her head, tears streaming down her face: "I hated you back then, and I even secretly cursed you. But Aunt, everyone abandoned me back then. I begged for food in the village. I know they all pitied me, but I had no home, no place of my own. We had no money, we couldn't afford a quilt. The straw would get cold before nightfall. When I was so cold and had nowhere to go, I would secretly snuggle in your arms, and that was the warmest thing for me."
“You’ve treated me badly, and I’ve hated you too, so we’re even.”
It's hard to say whether they forgive or not. Back then, they were just two homeless people huddling together for warmth. The beatings and scoldings may have hurt, but they also brought real warmth. In this world, there are always some feelings that aren't so sweet.