“You don’t need to go back to Tang Hehan anymore. It was his subordinates who told me in person, asking me to take you away. Xiaoyu no longer has to worry about Tang Hehan torture you in the future. I think since he can say that, he will do it.” An Luoxin said.
“It’s really what the elder brother said.” Shui Lingyu wanted to confirm in disbelief.
“Although my mother doesn’t want to say that, I have to admit that my mother doesn’t have the ability to take you away from Tang Hehan. Stay with her mother in the future, and Xiaoyu will have the life she wants in the future and will not be controlled by anyone.”
Shui Lingyu’s breathing was slightly gasping, and tears fell from her eyes: “Is this a dream? Am I dreaming?”
An Luoxin looked at Shui Lingyu like this and felt distressed. She touched her face and asked, “Is this a dream? Not a dream. The nightmare is no longer there.”
Shui Lingyu felt the temperature of the hand on her face, so real that the tears fell even more fiercely.
An Luoxin hugged her: “Don’t cry, everything is over.”
But Shui Lingyu couldn’t stop crying, as if she wanted to vent all the pain she had suffered in about a year.
Until now, even though An Luoxin told her that this was not a dream, she still felt it was unrealistic.
Why did Tang Hehan suddenly let go and spare her?
Not only did he put her under house arrest, but he was still so tight that he had no slight relaxation. Why did he let go this time?
Later, An Luoxin told Shui Lingyu that she had to take her back directly, but because her health had not fully recovered, she was afraid that she would not be able to bear it when riding in a car for a long time, so she stayed in the rental house to recuperate and waited for her complete recovery before leaving.
An Luoxin was also very worried about Shui Lingyu’s mental state. She often went in a daze and fell asleep unknowingly.