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Casting aside the disheveled days of the past, although he appeared to have aged ten years, his overall handsome features remained, though the spirited light in his eyes had faded, replaced by the weariness that time brings.
On the street, Youth exchanged smiles, a warm affection filling the space between them. Suddenly, the young man's peripheral vision caught sight of a familiar yet strange figure, and his smile gradually faded.
The gaze directed at the man felt like that of a stranger—void of love or hate, completely still.
The man's weathered eyes were filled with guilt towards Yang Yichen and a longing for familial connection.
Since hearing that his son had caught the emperor's attention and was becoming increasingly outstanding, he realized what he had missed. Having spent his days aimlessly and without purpose, he finally resolved to change himself.
He could no longer live in such a drunken stupor. Determined to alter his current situation, when he unexpectedly encountered his son on the street today, Yang Bingshan could hardly suppress his inner yearning.
“Yichan,” he wanted to speak but tears flowed first. So much had happened during this long time—not only the downfall of the Yang Family, but also the sudden earthquake. In short, he had endured far too much.
He wondered if it was still useful to regret now and whether he could seek his son's forgiveness.
Yang Yichen looked at him as if he were a stranger. He simply could not understand this so-called father's actions; how could he now act as if nothing had happened and wish to reconnect?
Was it that the so-called good son and good wife could not provide him with the honor and satisfaction he desired, prompting him to remember his existence?
“Let’s go, Qingxi!” Yang Yichen took Liu Qingxi's hand and walked past Yang Bingshan without a second glance.
Gathering courage to approach, Yang Bingshan stood frozen in place. The surrounding noise could not drown out his feelings of loneliness and emptiness. At middle age, one naturally hopes for children to bring joy into their lives, but after years of indulgence, everything now felt like a fleeting dream.
Those past romantic escapades were merely youthful excesses that now brought only regret for choices made.
Suddenly, he quickened his pace, closely following Yang Yichen. "Yichan, I was wrong! I truly was wrong. I shouldn't have misunderstood your mother for so many years, nor should I have let Liang Mei'er bully us. Can you forgive me?"
The painful plea accompanied his hunched body, begging for forgiveness like an old man.
Yang Yichen remained unmoved and quickened his steps.
He was fast, but the other person was also quick, closely trailing behind.
Yang Yichen turned around. "You don't need to follow me anymore. I've already forgiven you. From now on, we have no relationship."
Yes, she had forgiven him; with no love or hate in her heart, she naturally let go from the bottom of her heart. However, this person was still her nominal father, and Yang Yichen didn't want to make things too difficult.
Yang Bingshan awkwardly smiled. "Have you really forgiven me? Then can you and your mother come back?"
In the vast courtyard, he was all alone—too lonely, too desolate.
"We won't be coming back. You should give up on that thought and stop following me."
After that, Yang Yichen quickened her pace again, leaving the sorrowful Yang Bingshan behind.
Crossing the street, Yang Yichen slowly stopped and fixed her gaze on Liu Qingxi's eyes. "Do you think I'm too heartless?"
Liu Qingxi shook her head. There must be something to hate in a pitiful person; there was no right or wrong, no heartlessness or kindness. "I believe you have your reasons for doing this."
Not knowing much about the Yang family's background, Liu Qingxi wouldn't comment further; she only knew that she believed in the young man before her.
Suddenly, warmth filled his heart, and a wave of emotion surged within him, like a flood bursting forth uncontrollably. It turned out that the feeling of being wholeheartedly trusted by someone was like this. Tears welled up in Yang Yichen's eyes.
"Thank you!" The sincere gratitude came from the depths of his heart, a heartfelt expression of emotion.
Naturally, although this did not greatly affect Yang Yichen's feelings, the enthusiasm for shopping faded away.
So be it; the two prepared to head home, back to Ten Li Pu.
On the way, instead of taking a carriage like they did before, they walked side by side, enjoying the scenery along the way while sharing their inner thoughts.
As they traveled, the lush greenery of summer gradually turned yellow, with leaves falling gently to the ground, returning to the earth and transforming into spring mud to nourish the land and provide nutrients for next year's growth.
The scattered seeds began to break through their shells, revealing bright green pointed leaves, peeking out shyly at the unfamiliar world like playful children.
Passersby on both sides carried their bountiful returns from town or hurried along with purpose. Only the two of them walked slowly side by side.
After a long while, Yang Yichen spoke softly: "I was never favored by my father. My mother and I have always been unwell, and my poor health stems from a poison I inherited from my mother. Later, when I turned eight, I came to Ten Li Pu to recuperate."
The young man spoke candidly, and Liu Qingxi empathized with him. She understood his loneliness in living alone, his yearning for paternal love that he could not attain, and his helplessness in that desire.
It turned out that all of this stemmed from Yang Bingshan. No wonder when they first met, Yang Yichen looked pale and weak as if a gust of wind could blow him away.
"You have me from now on!" Liu Qingxi took his bony hand with her warm and delicate one. The warmth from her palm transferred to him.
Like a gentle breeze, it softly blew into his heart, sweeping over his coldness like a feather. Waves of warmth gradually overflowed within him, igniting a heat in his chest.
Yes, even without Yang Bingshan, there are still many who love him and many who need his love.
"Having you is wonderful!" It felt as if, amidst the chaos of the world, he had come to her side just for this rare tenderness and the love he offered.
The completely different images that flashed through her mind gradually overlapped with the girl beside her, as if they came from the same place, from a completely unfamiliar world.
Unable to comprehend what had happened, Yang Yichen decided to let it go. The arrangements of fate must have their reasons, and perhaps they were meant to come to this strange world to continue a bond.
"I feel the same!" Liu Qingxi smiled as she looked up at the young man. His profile appeared even more perfect and flawless. In her past life, she never dared to imagine having such a handsome boyfriend.
To her surprise, coming to ancient times had actually fulfilled this wish. If it were in modern times, this face would attract countless admirers.
Returning to Ten Li Pu, she saw that every household was celebrating—the harvest of the year, the completion of their work, and the chance to rest and recharge for next year's endeavors.
Compared to previous years when people left one after another early in the morning, leaving only the elderly and children in the village, it truly felt lively now.
As soon as they entered the village, they saw men joyfully lifting children onto their shoulders.
The children were excitedly shouting: "Hahaha, I'm high! I'm high!" They compared themselves with one another, boasting about their heights.
"Dad, hurry up! Let's surpass them!" The children eagerly urged their father to run faster; it was time to show off their dad.
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