She had done her best to stay by his side, but in the end, he was the one who let go of her hand.
Her eyes closed slowly, and when she opened them again, there were no longer any fluctuations in them and were replaced by calmness. It was almost as the person who had fallen apart just then wasn’t her at all.
Ning Meng Yao walked into the courtyard and searched for a box under her old bed that was in the middle of her room. She took out a clear green jade bracelet which had a character engraved on it.
Looking at the jade bracelet, Ning Meng Yao had on a self-depreciating smile on her face as she placed the bracelet back into the box and locked it.
Beside the cupboard where she put the box, there was another box. Glancing at the box, Ning Meng Yao reached out for it and opened it, revealing a stack of papers, which she quickly closed after a quick look.
Carrying that box, Ning Meng Yao went to the bank. When she came out, the box was no longer with her.
Looking at the bustling street after taking care of some matters, Ning Meng Yao felt her heart became lighter.
Ning Meng Yao bought vegetables by the street and went home to make food. As the sky slowly went dark, she took out the oil she had bought and poured it at four corners of her house. When night came, she lit the fire and burnt down the place she had lived in for the past six years.
Gazing at the small courtyard that was being eroded by flame bit by bit, Ning Meng Yao turned and left, carrying with her only a small bundle wrapped in cloth.
On the next day when Ling Luo bought his confidant with him to Ning Meng Yao’s home, all he saw was the remains of a burnt house.
Looking at the burnt house, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, “This …What happened?”
The man beside Ling Luo circled the house and returned to his side a while later. “Young Master, this house’s corners had been doused in oil.” That was why the house was burnt to such an extent.
Ling Luo staggered backwards. She had resorted to such a method to severe their ties, truly as cruel as in the past.
“Young Master, you….”
“Ming Fang, I’m alright. Why can’t she understand me?” Ling Luo muttered to himself.
Looking at Ling Luo in such a state, Ming Fang didn’t know how he should comfort him and he tried to appease, “Young Master, aren’t you clear about Miss Ning character?”
Five years ago, the young master was bafflingly good towards a village girl. At first, he didn’t understand why, but as time went by, he finally understood. Miss Ning was not someone to be looked upon based on appearance, and there had never been any other girl who had a temperament like hers.
Ling Luo’s hands went slightly stiff. That’s right, doesn’t he know her temperament better than anyone else? She would rather give up on him than become an equal wife. Now, she had used such a cruel method to cut off their relationship that extended to both lives.
In a remote mountain village a thousand miles away from the capital there was a wooden cottage at the foot of the mountain for who knew when. Surrounded by the lattice latched by growing vines, there were a thumb-tall vegetable seedlings that grew in front of the cottage.
The wooden door of the cottage suddenly opened, and a young girl came out, wearing a light pink embroidered dress and a wooden basket in her hand. Her waist was slim and her long hair was carelessly bound by a jasper hairpin while the rest of her hair hung loosely on her back. This young girl was Ning Meng Yao who suddenly vanished from the capital.
Half a month earlier, Ning Meng Yao came to this ordinary mountain village. At the foot of the mountain, she bought a cottage with a beautiful view.
Having come to this place for half a month, her heart had gradually calmed down. She did the things she had longed to do everyday, planting vegetables, making embroidered flowers, or walking around the village. It was a plain but fulfilling life.
Putting her basket at a corner, she picked up a wooden bucket and went to a stream not too far away and returned to water her vegetable field. Once she was done, she went to the kitchen to start her new day.
After eating, Ning Meng Yao took out an embroidery frame from her house that was halfway done.
Not long after sitting in her courtyard doing embroidery, the gate creaked and the voice of a young girl was heard.
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