She never would have thought that Ouyang Hao would appear here so unexpectedly. Lin Yixun’s fingers suddenly loosened, and the scissors fell into the soil of the flowerbed. She stared blankly at the man in front of her, a layer of mist uncontrollably forming over her eyes. Although it had been less than a month, she felt as though a century had passed. Her gaze settled on Ouyang Hao’s face. After more than half a month, Ouyang Hao was still as handsome as ever, but he had lost a lot of weight and looked haggard. There was a cast on his leg, making him walk with difficulty, even somewhat clumsily. His leg injury had clearly not healed completely. Seeing Ouyang Hao , Lin Yixun couldn’t help but feel a pang in her heart. His leg injury had not yet healed; why had he come here? His leg had already broken twice, and if he didn’t recuperate properly, what if it left a permanent affliction? He was a huge celebrity, a star in the public eye! Lin Yixun opened her mouth, countless words in her heart yearning to be said to Ouyang Hao, but she couldn’t make a sound. She had become so wretched now; how could she face him! The events of that day were witnessed by Ouyang Hao. He must have heard her shameless cries completely. Such unbearable memories were like sharp knives, deeply stabbing into her heart, never to be removed. Lin Yixun’s shoulders slumped weakly, and she turned away to avoid the man’s gaze. Perhaps only this way could lessen the pain for both of them. But just as she turned, she heard Ouyang Hao’s voice behind her, "Yixun, I’m taking you away." Lin Yixun’s heart trembled violently, and tears started to fall. In her current miserable state, could she still be with him? Could she still leave? She tried to hold back her tears but sadly realized that it was in vain. No matter how hard she tried, the tears wouldn’t stop. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady, and said word by word, "Ouyang Hao, leave! We can’t go back!" Once, she had hoped to be with him, but Leng Yixiu had cruelly and completely crushed all her hopes. She no longer had the right to pursue happiness. The disgraceful events in the lavender field were like a nightmare, haunting her mind, never to be forgotten. "Yixun, are you still worried about that day? Yixun, I don’t mind, I really don’t mind!" Seeing Lin Yixun unmoved, Ouyang Hao continued, "Yixun, think about it, didn’t you see me with another woman once? Aren’t we even now?" "Ouyang Hao, it’s different!" Lin Yixun cried softly, "You say you don’t mind, but I mind! I can’t forget, I can never forget! Ouyang Hao, can you forget? Forget everything?" Lin Yixun interrupted him, whispering, "When you’re with me, won’t you always think about what happened that day? No, you can’t forget. That event will be a thorn between us, even if buried deeply, it will occasionally emerge, hurting us!" Lin Yixun paused and continued, "Ouyang Hao, before that day, I sincerely wanted to be with you. I could ignore your family’s opposition, disregard Leng Yixiu’s threats, even at some moments, I was ready to abandon family ties. But fate loves to play tricks. Just as I was determined to love you wholeheartedly, it hit me with a fatal blow. This is fate, this is destiny!" "Ouyang Hao, leave!" Lin Yixun turned to leave but was tightly embraced by Ouyang Hao from behind. "No, I won’t let you go! I don’t believe in such a shitty fate! I only believe in human effort!" "Ouyang Hao, why are you doing this?" Lin Yixun did not turn but stared blankly into the distance, whispering, "Leave, at least this way we can retain a bit of the last beautiful memory." "I won’t leave, Yixun, I won’t leave! If we leave, we’ll leave together!" Ouyang Hao held Lin Yixun tightly, not letting go. No matter how she struggled, she couldn’t free herself. She opened her mouth to call for Sister Yi but found that no matter how she shouted, there was no response. It seemed that before Ouyang Hao entered the back garden, he had already dismissed Sister Yi, and probably everyone else too. The bodyguards outside the villa had been withdrawn by Leng Yixiu, making it easy for Ouyang Hao to take her away from here. But as she looked at the increasingly dim sky, Lin Yixun felt uneasy. She didn’t know how Ouyang Hao had gotten in but knew that when Ouyang Hao broke in, Leng Yixiu must have received the news. If Leng Yixiu found out he was here, would it be like last time... Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel⚑fire.net Thinking about the last horrific event, Lin Yixun couldn’t help but feel terrified. Leng Yixiu was always ruthless in his actions. Ouyang Hao, still not fully recovered from his old injuries, wouldn’t stand a chance against him. Seeing Lin Yixun’s concern, Ouyang Hao stepped in front of her and said solemnly, "Yixun, I won’t be in any trouble." Even if Leng Yixiu brought a hundred people, he wouldn’t be a match. Ouyang Hao had made thorough preparations before coming. Leng Yixiu had special forces bodyguards, but Ouyang Hao was no pushover either. He and Qin Mu’s men were now guarding the villa’s entrance, surrounding the entire villa like an iron barrel. At this moment, it wouldn’t be easy for Leng Yixiu to do anything to him. At this moment, there was a commotion outside the villa, filling Lin Yixun with a sense of foreboding. Ouyang Hao released her hand, smiled at her, and said, "Yixun, it’s time for that person to pay his debt to us." Although Ouyang Hao was smiling, Lin Yixun saw danger in his charming eyes. She knew who he was referring to. Guessing his intentions, Lin Yixun struggled, "Ouyang Hao, let go of me! You should leave!" "Without you, I won’t go anywhere." Ouyang Hao held Lin Yixun’s hand tightly, smiling at her, "Yixun, this time, no one can stop us from being together." Looking at the man’s handsome face, Lin Yixun felt a painful ache in her heart. Why was he doing this for her? Was it really worth it? When Ouyang Hao led Lin Yixun out of the back garden to the villa’s entrance, she saw Leng Yixiu there, with his bodyguards behind him. Like that day in the lavender field, they were all in suits, expressionless, impeccably dressed.
