Chapter 1847: Chapter 434: Cruel Reality, How Naive

Even through the screen, Yun Ya seemed to smell that scent, causing her eyebrows to knit tightly.

The burly man placed the clay pot on the table, put his hands on his hips, and paced around the room. Finally, gritting his teeth, he smashed the pot...

"Crash." With the sound of the pot shattering, its hidden contents finally saw the light of day.

A bloody, indistinct mass, requiring keen eyesight to recognize it as a person.

Seeing that mass, Yun Ya suddenly bent over, clutching her chest with one hand, and began to retch violently.

Her stomach was empty, and she could only vomit some bile.

Having grown accustomed to corpses and human organs, Yun Ya should have been unaffected by such sights, but the thought of it being Yun Shu made her unable to control the nausea in her stomach.

"Fucking hell, how unlucky do I have to be to end up with such a disgusting mess...." The man grumbled, pulling out a syringe from his bag, filling it with liquid, and directly injecting it.

Worse than death, the greatest pain in the world is nothing more than this.

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Yun Ya clutched her ears with both hands, stumbling forward.

"Yiyi... you’re not alone now; you’re carrying a baby, the fruit of our love. Be good and drink this bowl of porridge. I specifically instructed the kitchen to simmer it for three hours. The doctor said you’re malnourished, so you need to replenish your body...." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

A man’s gentle voice floated softly by.

Hearing that voice clearly, Yun Ya felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

This room was larger than any previous room, and both the furnishings and layout felt so familiar.

It was the Ji Family Manor in Jiangzhou, the former bedroom of Yun Shen and Ji Lanyi.

Even the paintings on the walls, the lamp on the bedside table... were exactly the same.

On the sofa sat a frail and gaunt man. He wore a white shirt and black trousers, simple and clean, which only accentuated his striking, arresting features. Yet his eye sockets were deeply sunken, with dark circles below, and though his gaze was tender, there was a strange emptiness in it.

As if he were a perfect doll.

The man held a porcelain bowl in his hand, using a spoon to feed the air, yet the bowl was empty.

"Yiyi... are you mad at me? I know I was wrong. I’ll never make you angry again. Please forgive me? Be good, drink this bowl of porridge...."

The man’s gentle voice paradoxically made the hair on the back of Yun Ya’s neck stand on end.

Yun Shen... this man is Yun Shen.

He really was here.

Is he crazy or just stupid?

His hand trembled, and the bowl suddenly slipped to the floor, shattering.

Immediately, the man bent down, squatting on the floor, picking up the porcelain pieces anxiously, "Yiyi... Yiyi, it’s my fault. Please don’t get angry, or it might disturb the fetus. What if it affects our child?"

After collecting the shards, he stood up with a smile, his hands hovering mid-air, "Slowly...." as if supporting someone, yet there was nothing but air in front of him, making the scene look bizarre no matter how one looked at it.

"The doctor said it’s twins. We’re going to have two children. Yiyi, do you prefer a boy or a girl? I like girls, like a girl just like you. I would cherish her like a princess... let her live carefree. If it’s one boy and one girl, that would be perfect; then we have a complete family. No more children, because I can’t bear you suffering like that...."

Yun Ya suddenly covered her mouth, biting her lip hard, red-eyed.

A carefree little princess? How ironic?

Yun Shen, if you had woken up sooner, there wouldn’t have been one tragedy after another. All our pain stems from your cowardice and irresponsibility; we are all struggling in this abyss of misery, yet you forget everything, immersed in your own dream.

This is not fair.

"Yun Shen." Yun Ya suddenly shouted, gripping the railing with both hands. She needed to wake him up; she was in so much pain, Kang Jinse, Jinxian, and even Yun Shu, all tormented to the brink of no return due to him. Miaomiao’s fate was full of mishaps, her life or death uncertain, having returned from hell with illness. They all endured so much suffering because of him, yet he nonchalantly waved his hand, withdrawing without a trace. How could he?

Upon hearing the voice, the man finally looked up, his eyes lighting up with joy as he smiled purely like a child.

"Yiyi... what are you doing here? It’s cold outside; come in quickly...."

Yun Ya bit her lip hard, uttering each word slowly: "Yun Shen, I’m not Ji Lanyi; I’m Ji Yunya...."

"You’re not Yiyi?"

"Ji Yunya?" He murmured, "Who is Ji Yunya?"