Three Sentences That Made My Ex-Wife Spit Blood - Chapter 79

She was back again at the scene of Wen Huaxi’s car accident.

Yan Qinglan stood amidst the wreckage. Her mind buzzed, and the sight before her eyes blurred into confusion.

She could not make out the outlines. She could not tell who had fallen.

All she could see was red, a glaring, blinding red that sliced through her vision like broken glass.

She instinctively shut her eyes, but she could not bear to miss what might be the last moment she would ever see her beloved.

Pain spread through her chest. Her limbs trembled from the cold.

She wanted to run forward, but her body would not move.

Yan Qinglan felt like her soul had left her body.

She stood beside her own form, watching herself fall apart, watching her sleepless nights stretch endlessly.

She was cut off from this memory, yet emotionally tethered to it.

Even though she now realized this was a memory, a part of her past, the pain of loss remained sharp and unbearable.

She could not return to the present, where Wen Huaxi was still alive.

Time passed, but her heart only grew more unstable.

In this timeline, her beloved no longer existed.

That fact clawed at her mind, nearly suffocating her.

All she could do was watch.

She watched herself sit in silence with the jade ring, night after night.

She watched herself kneeling before the black and white photo for days, unmoving.

Then came the first time she met Wen Huaxi’s older sister—the one who had raised her with love and care, the sister Wen Huaxi had once argued with for her sake.

Yan Qinglan remembered being slapped hard by Wen Sui Xue. But all she had in her eyes were the same tears that filled her own.

After countless days in a haze of grief, something had finally stirred in her mind.

She sought out Meng Qingzhou.

She also made her way to the Martial World.

Unlike others, she stayed for three full years.

She handed over her company to Yan Yunlan and Yan Anran.

In the Martial World, she hid her identity and trained under an elderly woman whose name she never learned.

Later she found out that this woman was a relative of her other mother.

The woman had felt a strange familiarity in Yan Qinglan’s power, something that reminded her of a long-lost bloodline. Moved by that, she had passed down everything she knew without asking for anything in return.

Once Yan Qinglan gained the ability to protect herself in the Martial World, she began to investigate the Sacred Gu openly.

She was so bold that the current Holy Child, Yin Fujun, visited her multiple times.

They had fought. They had spoken. Eventually, they agreed to work together.

But in that lifetime, Yan Qinglan wanted revenge.

She spent five years tracing everything back to the beginning.

She started with Wen Huaxi’s birth parents—the ones who had abandoned her.

Then she went after the people who had taken her away from Yan Mingzhu.

Every thread led to a single organization.

It was a group led by Gu Lian and other rogue cultivators who aimed to destroy the Martial World and take over the secular world.

The people who had taken Yan Qinglan from her mother were members of that organization.

They were searching for someone with strong bloodlines who had never awakened their natural gifts.

Yan Qinglan, with the Yin family bloodline, had been their ideal choice.

Their next move was to approach Yan Mingzhu and plant a decoy, Yan Qingqing, in order to infiltrate the secular world and monitor Yan Mingzhu, who had once been close to the previous Holy Child.

In truth, Yan Qingqing was an abandoned child.

He had no blood connection to the Yin family.

Since he was little, they had altered his face using dark magic to make him resemble Yan Mingzhu.

As for DNA testing, it was meaningless. Spiritual power could easily manipulate results from human technology.

Once they sensed the Sacred Gu, Yan Mingzhu was no longer useful. She was eliminated.

Wen Huaxi became a target simply because she had accidentally seen Gu Lian’s secrets.

She was also seen as a tool to help track the Sacred Gu.

If Yan Qinglan had not hidden herself deep in the Martial World where they could not reach her, she would have been the next victim.

By the time she extracted these truths through torture, Yan Mingzhu had been dead for ten years. Wen Huaxi had been gone for eight.

Yan Qinglan stared at the written confessions in her hands, her expression unreadable.

Her family and the woman she loved had been reduced to pawns in someone else’s quest for power.

Even though she and Yin Fujun worked together to bring these people to justice and sentenced them to death under Martial World law, it could not bring her loved ones back.

In the end, Yan Qinglan made them suffer.

She destroyed them completely, erased their existence, and ensured that their souls would never reincarnate.

After revenge, all that remained was emptiness.

In her memory, the Sacred Gu was never recovered.

Yan Qinglan had hidden it.

She clung to life for another two years.

Eventually, she could not endure it any longer.

She laid herself in the bathtub, holding a photo of Wen Huaxi.

She no longer wished to think. She simply whispered Wen Huaxi’s name over and over again.

Just like she had remembered in her final moments.

In that memory, she cut open her veins.

She let her blood slowly flow.

She used it to fill the Sacred Gu. She used it to awaken its power.

She wanted to go back in time.

She offered her life in exchange.

“We are going back, Xiao Xi.”

Back to the time before everything fell apart. Back to the moment when she had already met the love of her life.

Back to the time when her family was whole and their legacy remained untouched.

Back to when there was still time to change everything.

“We are going back,” Yan Qinglan said, clinging to the photo of Wen Huaxi.

She closed her eyes in that memory and never opened them again.

What happened next was something only she and the heavens knew.

When Yan Qinglan opened her eyes once more, she saw a familiar girl, the girl she loved most crying as she fell into her arms.

“You scared me so much,” Wen Huaxi sobbed, her tears falling uncontrollably.

“Yan Qinglan, you coughed up so much blood. And this too.”

Her body was still trembling.

She tried to wipe away her own tears. She tried to reach for the jade ring that Yan Qinglan had vomited, but her hands would not move.

Yan Qinglan felt strangely light, although she had no strength left.

With effort, she reached out and gently touched Wen Huaxi’s face.

“Sister Qing.”

Wen Huaxi choked on her words as more tears welled up in her eyes. The gentle motion from Yan Qinglan only made her cry harder.

“It’s alright now, Xiaoxi.”

They had made it back.

“I remember everything now.”

Every detail.

The wounds caused by using her power to reverse time had finally healed today.

The Sacred Gu that had helped her return to life had completed its mission of protection and quietly left her body.

“Your face is so pale.”

Wen Huaxi hesitated to even lean against her.

She was still shaken from the fear she had felt just minutes ago.

If she had known her words would push Sister Qing this far, she never would have turned her away.

“I’m truly fine now. Xiaoxi, the blood I vomited was just like cleansing the body.”

Yan Qinglan had regained a little strength and reached out to pull Wen Huaxi into her arms.

Wen Huaxi responded immediately, pressing close and clinging to her tightly, guiding Sister Qing’s hands toward her.

“Sister Qing?”

Yan Qinglan understood what she meant and gave a helpless smile.

“I’m alright. I can do it. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said earlier. I didn’t really not want you.”

Wen Huaxi was still crying, holding her tightly like she was afraid to let go.

“If you’re too tired, I can take the lead.”

Yan Qinglan did not move further. She just held her close.

“My memories came back all at once. The shock made me faint. It had nothing to do with you. If you don’t want to, I would never force you.”

“I never didn’t want to. I really do now.”

But Wen Huaxi was clearly still scared. Her crying hadn’t stopped, and she kept rubbing against her like she needed reassurance.

“But I called the doctor. They should be here soon.”

“Then let’s have the checkup first.”

Yan Qinglan comforted her softly, running her hand up and down her back as she held her like a trembling kitten.

“Okay. Sister Qing.”

“I’m right here. Everything’s alright now. Don’t be afraid.”

Yan Qinglan shifted slightly, lifted Wen Huaxi’s face gently, and kissed her lips.

Only ten minutes had passed in the real world, but in her dream, Yan Qinglan had lived through ten years.

She had to keep reminding herself that it was over now.

Xiaoxi was back.

That was the only way she could continue facing the memory.

Because the memories were important.

With what she remembered, they could catch Gu Lian off guard.

As for the Gu inside Yan Mingzhu, Yin Fujun could help remove it.

It was a simple kind of Gu. Back then, Yan Qinglan hadn’t known any magic.

The thought of Gu Lian using her as leverage against Yan Mingzhu made Yan Qinglan’s gaze turn sharp.

Her killing intent nearly became a physical force.

Wen Huaxi had her eyes closed and did not see it. She felt the warmth of her lover beside her and finally relaxed.

Her body softened, no longer able to support itself after crying so hard. The tension in her muscles gave out.

The doorbell rang suddenly.

“I’ll get it.”

Wen Huaxi stood up, looking back at Yan Qinglan every few steps.

They had been on the couch, and the door was only a few steps away.

Yan Qinglan met every glance with a silent reply.

While the doctor checked on Yan Qinglan, Wen Huaxi suddenly remembered their daughter and hurried to the nursery.

Wen Qingxun was still pouting, clearly upset and unwilling to see her.

“Sweetheart, your mama coughed up blood.”

Wen Huaxi sighed.

This time, Wen Qingxun stopped throwing a tantrum. Her eyes widened, filled with worry.

“Come on. Let’s go see her.”

Wen Huaxi carried her out of the room. As soon as she saw Yan Qinglan lying on the scanner, Wen Qingxun let out a worried cry.

“She’s alright,” Wen Huaxi whispered, rocking her gently.

“It’s just a checkup,” Yan Qinglan said as she waved at her daughter.

Wen Qingxun ran over and climbed into her mother’s arms. There were still tears in her eyes.

“Good girl.”

Yan Qinglan smiled, her tone softer than usual.

Now she understood.

Their daughter had been protected by the Sacred Gu for ten years in her previous life.

When she reversed time, the child’s soul had followed and returned to Wen Huaxi’s body.

It was fate. They were meant to be together.

In this new life, their child had returned with them.

Looking at her daughter, Yan Qinglan rarely felt so gentle. The little one blinked in surprise, not used to seeing her mother like this.

Because the checkup had to continue, Wen Qingxun was carried away again.

She whimpered in Wen Huaxi’s arms while her mother soothed her gently, just like Yan Qinglan had done earlier.

“You really passed out? But the test doesn’t show anything unusual. Actually, you look healthier than before. You don’t even seem tired.”

As Yan Qinglan’s private doctor, she had all her medical records on hand.

The comparison showed clear improvement.

That surprised the doctor.

“I’ll come back tomorrow or the day after to check again.”

But Yan Qinglan already knew what was happening.

That foreign presence inside her body had finally left. She felt it clearly. It made sense for her condition to improve.

Once the doctor left, the two of them stayed with their daughter and comforted her together.

It was already late, but Wen Huaxi was still worried. She refused to let go of Yan Qinglan.

“You’re not mad anymore?” Yan Qinglan asked as she gently filed her nails and took out something she had prepared earlier.

“I haven’t been mad. You’re amazing. I’ve always known that.” Wen Huaxi threw her arms around her.

“Then… sweetheart, can I start now?”

Yan Qinglan could not hide the smile spreading across her face.

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