796 The Reunion of Yan and An 2 (2/2)

On the photograph, it was of… An'an. Three years ago, he had come out from the prison. She was sleeping soundly on the large bed, and her luscious, long lashes drooped. She looked like an angel who had fallen from heaven.

As his calloused fingers caressed her delicate face, he could hear her soft voice -

Lu Yan, I miss you so much.

Lu Yan, I want you to kiss, hug and praise me.

Lu Yan, I miss you so much I feel like crying.

An'an.

His An'an.

He was already forty years old this year. An'an was his sole regret in life.

The ring was still lying quietly in his pants pocket. Like that, he and she had missed their opportunity.

These three years, he had brought these youths from the rural area to the Capital many times, but he did not look for her.

Because there was no use in looking for her anymore.

But that did not stop him from thinking about her, did not stop him missing her every single day.

Every single day.

In this life, she was his biggest regret, but she was also his biggest hope in life.

Lu Yan closed his eyes gently. He wanted to take a break.

…

Just as when Lu Yan closed his eyes, the door of the convenience store was pushed open and a pretty figure walked out.

An'an emerged and she was holding a plastic bag in her hand. The bag contained a box of condoms of the largest size.

The plastic bag was transparent and the box of condoms could be seen from the outside, but An'an's face was devoid of expression. She merely continued walking, holding the plastic bag.

She did not have a man, but she liked to buy condoms.

It was a sickness she was well aware of.

She needed treatment for her sickness, but she was already seriously ill and could not be treated, and thus she gave up on it.

She walked a couple of steps and arrived beside the van. As the car windows were black, she could not see the interior of the van.

She suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She stood at the driver's seat door quietly and looked up at the sky. Life passed so slowly. When would the end come?

She was already tired and sick of such a life.

That person was already dead, and he had taken away all her love and hatred with him. She had spent all her energy and effort to love him, but in the end, all she was left with was a myriad of unseen bruises.

She would never be able to recover her whole life.

He had stolen her heart and left her wandering about in this world.

Every morning when she opened her eyes, a sentence would reverberate around her ears - that she was still living in a world without him.

Without him, everything was meaningless.

Lowering her head, An'an looked at her own shadow, which had been elongated by the moonlight.

The van was beside her shadow. She suddenly had an illusion, as if she was leaning against this van. She gradually glanced sideways at this van and looked towards the driver's seat.