Chapter 603: The Past is Dead 2 (1/2)

It was the fifteenth of the month today. A full moon was hanging in the sky, shining brightly and casting its light upon the estate. When the pale moonlight filtered through the half-opened window, it lit up a small area before their lounge.

The old couple lifted their heads up to behold the moon outside the window, a sense of fulfillment warming their hearts.

As they enjoyed this warm moment together, they didn’t know that there had been a very different outcome in their past life. House Jing’an had come to an end just two months later from this day.

Back then, Countess Jing’an had been bedridden from her old illness. The estate had been ransacked by imperial troops searching for evidence, and the matriarch had fallen ill and become bedridden as well.

The count had been arrested and publicly executed in the market, while the three He brothers had been sent off to exile in the north.

That nightmarish ending was drifting further and further away from them now…

He Changdi stood by the window, staring at the full moon hanging in the sky in a daze. The cool moonlight threw a bright silver cloak over He Sanlang, setting him aglow.

He stood with his hands behind his back. The spring night breeze brushed over his skin, lifting up the two locks of hair by his face, making him look like a deity who had descended upon the earth.

Chu Lian had woken up in the middle of her sleep from thirst. When she opened her eyes and found that her personal heat source had disappeared, she sat up dazedly. She pushed aside the gauze bedcurtains and looked towards the outside.

There was only a single dim lamp lit in the room, so Chu Lian spotted He Changdi immediately under the light of the moon.

She found it strange that her husband was standing at the window in the middle of the night and in such thin clothes. It was spring, so the nights were still cold.

She slipped her feet into her night slippers and took up He Changdi’s cloak from one corner. She walked up to him and tiptoed to place the cloak around his shoulders.

“It’s so late, why aren’t you sleeping?” Chu Lian’s sleep-addled voice was slightly hoarse.

The usual wit and clarity in her almond-shaped eyes had given way to a misty sleepiness.

He Sanlang felt something warm on his shoulders. That warmth seemed to seep from his chest directly into his heart, making his chilled heart beat faster.

He suddenly reached out and tucked Chu Lian under his arms. He bent down slightly and asked gently, “Why are you awake?”

His dear wife slept like a log on most days. Even earthquakes wouldn’t be able to wake her up.

Chu Lian wasn’t totally awake yet, her eyes were fighting to stay open. Thus, she simply leaned on her husband and put her head against his chest. She mumbled, “I was thirsty when I woke up. I saw that you weren’t in bed so I came to look for you.”

He Sanlang noticed that his wife’s head was bobbing as she spoke, seemingly about to fall back asleep on the spot. The corner of his lips curled up helplessly. The dark mood he had been in was completely swept away by his wife’s adorable appearance.

He kissed the top of her head.