Three Sentences That Made My Ex-Wife Spit Blood - Chapter 81

“Is this it?”
Once everything had come to an end, as agreed, Yin Fujun received the Sacred Gu from Yan Qinglan. It was a pair of jade thumb rings.

“It should be,” Yan Qinglan said. Her generosity made Yin Fujun feel a little suspicious.

Yin Fujun held the rings and focused on them. The power inside was already very weak. She had no idea whether bringing them back to the Martial World would change anything.

“We already used it, so it is time to return it to you.”

Hearing that, Yin Fujun finally put her doubts to rest.
“Your talent is strong,” she said.

Since she rarely spoke more than a few words, Wen Huaxi could not help but laugh from the side.

She stayed behind Yan Qinglan, making sure no one saw her.

“I will not think more about it. The one who gave birth to me was Yan Mingzhu, and she was also the one who raised me. I cannot see myself as a member of the Yin family.”

Even though abandoning her had not been Yin Hanzhen’s original intention, Yin Hanzhen had been in a terrible situation herself.

But in the end, there were no emotional bonds. Yan Qinglan had only learned the truth recently, and for a time, she could have had another mother.

The revenge had already been taken. But the person could never return.

Recently, Yan Mingzhu had not been doing well. Aside from bringing their little daughter to visit her often, Wen and Yan had no other solutions.

Yin Fujun nodded and left, taking the item she had been looking for.

“You really talked to someone from the Yin family?”

Meng Qingzhou arrived shortly after and looked at the famous Saint Child with surprise.

“I also have Yin family blood. But let us not talk about that. I only asked you here to tell you the Sacred Relic has been found. I gave it to your Saint Child.”

When she heard that, Meng Qingzhou’s face fell.
“What? You just gave it away after using it?”

“Sorry,” Yan Qinglan said. Meng Qingzhou’s strength was much weaker than Yin Fujun’s, so she had not really considered her after the fact.

“But we did tell Yin Fujun to give you a little credit.”

“Alright, alright. I was not planning to stay in the Martial World for long anyway.”

She and Leng Yueshan had finally made some progress. Going back now would ruin everything.

“So your mother was the previous Saint Child, Yin Hanzhen?”
Now that the serious part was over, Meng Qingzhou could not help but gossip.

“Yes. But I did not know until recently.”

“That explains it.”

From her name, her appearance, and the familiar feeling she gave off, it was obvious that Yan Qinglan could only be Yin Hanzhen’s daughter.

The name Qinglan must have been chosen before she was even born.

No one knew what Yin Hanzhen had planned back then.

Maybe she had wanted to bring Yan Qinglan and Yan Mingzhu back to the Martial World. Even if they would not stay there permanently, she might have at least acknowledged their identity to the clan.

Unfortunately, even someone as powerful as Yin Hanzhen had not anticipated the enemies lurking in the shadows, who had been plotting for so long with such strange and overwhelming strength.

“Alright, go be with your girlfriend. I am going to spend some alone time with my wife.”

Yan Qinglan gently pushed the gossiping Meng Qingzhou away. Then she walked hand in hand with Wen Huaxi down the road.

“Sweetheart, you are planning to start your own studio next, right?”

Yan Qinglan had noticed that Wen Huaxi had been contacting film crews and looking for scripts on her own lately.

“Yes. I have my own resources. There is no need to tie myself to an entertainment company. In my past life, I never met the right agent. I did everything by myself.”

As she spoke, Wen Huaxi lifted her hand and looked at her ring finger.

A diamond sparkled there, symbolizing a loving and peaceful relationship. Under the sunlight, it shimmered with rainbow colors, like fire dancing in the air.

“If anything troubles you, make sure to tell me,” Yan Qinglan said.

She had already dealt with the people who caused trouble for Wen Huaxi in her past life, based on her memories.

“Of course I will,” Wen Huaxi replied, holding out her hand again to show off her ring.

“You like it that much?” Yan Qinglan pulled her closer, wrapping one arm around her. With the other hand, she gently opened Wen Huaxi’s fingers and touched the ring.

“This is the first ring you gave me,” Wen Huaxi said softly.

The smile on her face had lasted for days.

“Of course I love it.”

“There will be more rings. And more gifts,” Yan Qinglan said with satisfaction. The regret she felt over the custom ring not arriving on time had mostly faded.

“Let us go home and see our little one.”

Back at home, while Yan Qinglan cooked a special meal for her, Wen Huaxi held their daughter in her arms. Her eyelids kept getting heavier.

Her head began to droop, and soon her vision went completely dark.

That moment felt like it stretched on forever. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Yan Qinglan sitting in front of a gravestone.

For a moment, Wen Huaxi was confused.

No one had died in this life, except for Yin Hanzhen. So who was Yan Qinglan mourning?

Then she saw the black and white photo on the grave.

It was Yan Mingzhu’s grave.

And right beside it was her own black and white portrait.

Wen Huaxi’s whole body began to tremble.

Or maybe it was not her body. Right now, she existed only as a soul.

The pain she felt came from deep within that soul.

This was something from her previous life.

She saw her own tombstone. It had been designed with two sides.

She was on the left. The right side was left blank. There was no need to ask who that space was for.

Yan Qinglan never said a word. She lit incense, then quietly cleaned the dust from the tombstones.

She wiped one clean, then the other.

Not a single tear fell from her eyes. But anyone looking at her would think her heart had long since shattered. All that remained in this world was an empty shell.

She knelt there for a long time. And Wen Huaxi stayed by her side the entire time.

She wanted so badly to reach out and hug Yan Qinglan from that moment. She wanted to tell her that one day, everything would restart. They would be happy again. No one would die. They would still have their adorable daughter.

But as a spirit, she could do nothing.

“Mama.”
As Yan Qinglan finally walked away, a young girl floated toward Wen Huaxi.

“Sweetheart, did you bring me here?” Wen Huaxi calmed herself and looked at that familiar little face.

“I don’t think so. Maybe it was an accident, Mama. The Sacred Gu was returned, but some of its power still remains inside us.”

Wen Qingxun kept changing in appearance. One moment she looked like a toddler around one or two years old, then suddenly she was six, and sometimes she appeared to be nine.

“Since we can’t go back for now, stay with me for a while, Mama,” she said softly.

She was still just as affectionate, sticking close to Wen Huaxi’s side.

“Alright, Mama will stay with you,” Wen Huaxi replied. She could feel her daughter, so she hugged her tightly.

Somewhere deep in her mind, Wen Huaxi realized something. Back then, after her divorce, on the way home, she had forgotten to return the set of jade jewelry Yan Mingzhu gave her. Along with it, the Sacred Gu had remained with her. Maybe that was what saved Wen Qingxun’s life.

Maybe it had also saved her own.

Together, the mother and daughter watched as Yan Qinglan gave up her power and disappeared into the Martial World. She trained in seclusion, hiding her identity, and waited patiently for the chance to take revenge.

They saw how, for ten years, Yan Qinglan held onto the memory of a woman she had never even confessed her love to. How she quietly remembered her.

Wen Huaxi saw how, during her lowest moments, Yan Qinglan took a knife and carved her name into her own skin, again and again. Wen Huaxi quickly covered her daughter’s eyes. Her own vision had already blurred with tears.

That must have hurt so much. Yet Yan Qinglan never mentioned any of it. Not even once.

Only by witnessing it with her own eyes did Wen Huaxi understand how long ten years really were.

That much time was enough to forget everyone from the past and begin a completely new life.

It was enough for a couple to break up and get back together, get married, then eventually fall apart again over everyday arguments, leaving each other behind for good.

It was enough for a person to learn countless new skills, to switch jobs repeatedly, to slowly find who they truly were. It was enough time for every cell in a person’s body to change over and over again.

But through it all, Yan Qinglan never forgot them.

She visited the graves at the same time every year. Whenever she had time, she would go sit in front of them. She never spoke. She never moved. She just stared at those painful black-and-white photos.

Maybe, in those quiet moments, she was pretending they were still alive.

Wen Huaxi watched as Yan Qinglan suffered injuries and illness while seeking revenge. There was no one she could talk to. No matter how much pain she felt, she had to keep it inside, never letting anyone see her weakness.

And Wen Huaxi, despite how much her heart ached, could only watch.

This was the past. It did not exist anymore. The timeline had changed. She could not touch Yan Qinglan. She could not even speak to her.

She never imagined that just watching could be this cruel.

There were moments when even Wen Huaxi could not bear to keep watching, but Yan Qinglan continued to hold on.

So Wen Huaxi did the same. She stayed with her, floating nearby with their daughter, silently keeping her company.

Eventually, she saw Yan Qinglan finish her revenge, her face empty and lost.

She tried to keep going for a little while longer, but she finally collapsed and lay down in the bathroom.

As if she could sense what Yan Qinglan was about to do, Wen Huaxi threw herself at her, over and over.

But no matter how hard she cried, no matter how desperately she moved, Yan Qinglan could not see her or hear her. She moved forward without hesitation and cut herself open.

“We’ll go back,” Yan Qinglan whispered again and again. Each word shattered Wen Huaxi’s heart a little more.

“We’ll go back,” Wen Huaxi repeated softly, following her voice. These were her last words before death.

When Wen Huaxi opened her eyes again, she had returned to the real world. Her face was already soaked with tears.

She touched her own face and saw her daughter lying peacefully in her arms. Not far away, her wife was moving around the kitchen, busy with cooking.

Suddenly, Wen Huaxi broke down and cried.

Now she understood. This second chance at life had never been a coincidence. It was not something simple like a wish being granted.

Everything, absolutely everything, had been exchanged by Yan Qinglan with her life and her strength.

She and their child had only come back to life because of the power flowing through Yan Qinglan’s blood that had awakened the Sacred Gu.

And she had once wanted to leave this woman.

This woman who had loved her more than anything.

“What’s wrong?” Yan Qinglan dropped the cooking utensils and rushed over.

“Xiaoxi? Baby? What’s wrong?”

Even though ten years had passed in Wen Huaxi’s dream, only ten minutes had gone by in the real world.

The moment she saw Yan Qinglan running toward her, Wen Huaxi’s tears fell even harder.

She threw herself into Yan Qinglan’s arms, hugging her as if she wanted to press her body into hers, never letting go.

“Did you remember something painful?” Yan Qinglan gently patted her back. Her voice was calm, but her body was tense with worry.

“You…” Wen Huaxi had cried so hard just moments ago. Now she could barely speak through her choking sobs.

“Did I do something to upset you?” Yan Qinglan was still confused and could only keep guessing.

“No… no.” Wen Huaxi slowly loosened her grip and wiped away the endless stream of tears.
“Yan Qinglan… I love you.”

Yan Qinglan froze for a moment.

It was a confession filled with pure sincerity.

Even if the timing felt strange, her heart was completely honest.

“I love you too,” Yan Qinglan said softly as she stroked Wen Huaxi’s back.

“I love you too. Always. In our past life, in this one, and in every life that follows… I will always love you. Please don’t cry like that. It breaks my heart.”

“Mm…” Wen Huaxi leaned into her arms, feeling the warmth, she knew so well. Finally, her heart started to calm down.

“Just promise me one thing. Please… don’t ever leave again.”

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