Chapter 387: Chapter 387

I thought we would always fly together, until the day I brought Xiao Lan back to the Military District Mansion for a gathering. Normally detached, Xiao Lan seemed slightly emotional.

Her emotion was really minimal, just a slight raise of her eyebrows, as if surprised to see someone. It was a minor incident, but I was truly astonished because Xiao Lan never showed emotions towards people I thought she might know. That’s what concerned me.

The host of the gathering, Mo Junhua, has a significant connection with me.

Mo Junhua is also a pitiful person. In middle-age, both his sons and his daughter died in accidents, and his wife also passed away.

The three miseries of life: losing parents in youth, losing a spouse in middle age, and losing children in old age. He faced two of them. As he has no descendants, he fully supported my son, and I am grateful to him.

This time I attended as a junior member of the Ji Family, and I finally understood why Xiao Lan was upset—it was because she saw Mo Junhua.

After the gathering, I don’t know what Xiao Lan said to Mo Junhua, but he lost control of his emotions, grabbed her hand and asked, "What is your relationship with her? Where is she? What is your relationship?"

After returning, I secretly investigated and before long, a document was placed before me. After much thought, I read it.

The document revealed that Mo Junhua once had another wife, arranged by his parents back in his hometown. Coincidentally or not, that girl from the countryside was also named Lan Tian.

I had a suspicion that Lan Tian and my Xiao Lan were the same person. After marrying him, his rural wife moved with him to the military, but strangely no one in the military knew she was Mo Junhua’s wife. Before marrying her, Mo Junhua had been involved with another woman in the army, but that woman could not stand the loneliness and got involved with another man. Her name was Zhou Yuwei.

After Mo Junhua got married, Zhou Yuwei changed her mind and came back to cling to Mo Junhua. Because of her, Lan Tian had a miscarriage. Afterwards, Mo Junhua separated the two women; one stayed in the army, and the other lived in the Military District Mansion.

Xiao Lan, in her forties, was driven out of the Mansion by Zhou Yuwei and her whereabouts have since been unknown. Zhou Yuwei’s three children also died one after another, leaving Mo Junhua utterly alone.

After reading the documents and combining them with what I previously knew about Mo Junhua, I could understand his actions, but I did not agree with them, perhaps because I hold Xiao Lan in my heart.

I ache for the suffering Xiao Lan endured, her grievances with Mo Junhua. I was never involved and am not qualified to comment. Mo Junhua hurt her too deeply, so she closed off her heart and distanced herself from others.

I don’t know what kind of adventures she had or what sufferings she endured to achieve her present status. She is very kind, having preserved her innate goodness despite such injuries; that’s why she saved me.

I am grateful to Mo Junhua, for without him there would be no Lan Tian today, and I also found the meaning of my rebirth, which was to encounter her.

After the gathering ended, Xiao Lan returned to her Secret Garden. Mo Junhua sought me out several times to inquire about her; he is my romantic rival, and I didn’t want Xiao Lan to be entangled with him anymore. After burning the documents, I went to her Secret Garden to find her.

We were not married, but our intimacy exceeded that of any couple. After my mother and son passed away, I stayed in the Secret Garden to accompany her.

Xiao Lan’s appearance never changed; she remained eternally youthful. I didn’t want her to see me age. She sensed my concern, and later she gave me an elixir, preserving my thirty-year-old appearance forever.

She gave me the key to the Secret Garden. No matter where I was, I could return to the Secret Garden in the blink of an eye by squeezing the key in my hand.

I lived a long life, over a hundred years, but still appeared thirty years old. One day, Xiao Lan sent me away from the Secret Garden, informing me she needed to advance in her practice. For Xiao Lan’s safety, I left.

I learned from other sources that unusual weather was occurring at the summit of Wuhua Mountain, and the military had sent people to check it out. I couldn’t stay put and, returning to the Secret Garden, I saw Xiao Lan struck by lightning. Without a second thought, I rushed to embrace her.

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