Xiao Yan pushed open the door and saw a handsome youth standing inside, as elegant as jade in the wind.
The youth turned around, a gentle smile appearing on his handsome, jade-like face. "Yan'er, you're back?"
It was none other than Tang Wuxin, the Tang Family's third young master.
Xiao Yan immediately frowned. "What are you doing here?"
Tang Wuxin let out a soft sigh and gazed at Xiao Yan with deep affection. "I was worried about you, so I came to see you. Yan'er, I..."
Xiao Yan raised a hand to stop him, then sneered. "Spare me, Young Master Tang. Tonight is the joyous occasion of your engagement. You should go see that Xiao Li instead. And call me by my full name from now on. Don't call me Yan'er again—it gives me goosebumps."
Yet Tang Wuxin acted as though he had heard nothing, continuing to call to her tenderly, "Yan'er, I had my reasons. The pressure my family put on me was simply too great. There has only ever been one person in my heart—you, from beginning to end. There has never been another woman. I don't ask for your forgiveness. I only hope you can put yourself in my shoes and try to understand me."
Xiao Yan silently shook her head. She opened the door wide and stepped aside. It was a signal for Tang Wuxin to leave; she did not wish to see him again.
"Ah..." Tears fell from Tang Wuxin's eyes as he pulled half a jade pendant from his robes and offered it to Xiao Yan. "This is something Uncle and Aunt entrusted to me back then. They said that when we married, I was to return it to you. I deeply regret Uncle and Aunt's deaths. I was kept completely in the dark