but-
To be honest, she was very happy during those years.
Yan Yuming was a good man. She envied his former wife for having such a good and gentle husband.
God does not follow people's wishes.
In Yan Nian's second year of junior high school, Yan Yuming passed away.
Maybe this is her fate, Ma Xueyan.
God destined her to die alone and not allow her to enjoy happiness.
“…”
Yan Nian took a deep breath and pinched the flesh of his palm with his fingernails, but felt no pain.
She didn't know what Ma Xueyan was thinking, but he just stared at her face for a moment.
"Then what? What happened to frostbite?"
"Your frostbite happened when you were very young, when you were only two years old..."
Ma Xueyan squinted her eyes slightly as she recalled what happened that year...
"You just celebrated your second birthday, and your dad's company went on a business trip, so he asked me to take care of you at home. I was supposed to take good care of you, but some girls came to ask me out to play cards, and I couldn't help but go out. I'll leave you alone at home."
"You are very active by nature and like to run around at home. I was afraid that you would run out, so I locked the door outside."
"I didn't expect to see you in the refrigerator when I came back. You must have climbed in accidentally, and accidentally locked the outside door. You couldn't get out, so you were slapping the window and crying."
Ma Xueyan still remembers the scene of the two-year-old girl crying loudly.
He slapped the window and shouted hoarsely. His clear eyes were full of panic and helplessness, like a little beast trapped in hell.
Struggling, miserable, but desperately trying to live.
She was also frightened at that time.
He quickly took Yan Nian out and put him in the bathtub to soak for a while.
At that time, she was afraid that Yan Yuming would find out about it and blame her when he came back, so she kept it secret and never said anything. Fortunately, the two-year-old child seemed to be fine, and the two-year-old child didn't remember things, so he couldn't speak easily, let alone Complained.
This matter had been buried deep in her bones, and she didn't say anything about it until Yan Yuming died.
If Yan Nian hadn't questioned her because she couldn't get pregnant, she thought she might never have told her about it in her life.
Yan Nian's fists hanging by his sides were clenched.
She was like the half-grown little girl when she was two years old, like a beast lurking in the depths of hell, hoarse and devastated.
But there was no longer any panic or helplessness in his eyes.
Instead, it's all hate.
"So after my father passed away, your temperament suddenly changed drastically. You beat me and scolded me and treated me badly, just because you are not my biological mother?"
"Um… "
Ma Xueyan responded lightly, lowering her head and stirring the corners of her clothes.
Yan Nian raised his hand and hammered his heart. He felt so stuffy that he could hardly breathe. His lungs felt cold, as if the cold wind from outside was pouring in.
"Does Jiang Beiyuan know about this?"
She asked suddenly, biting her lip until blood came out and she tasted blood.
"Yan Nian..."
Ding Baoyi called her worriedly from behind.
Yan Nian waved his hand to Ding Baoyi, telling her not to worry, then stared at Ma Xueyan and repeated, "Does Jiang Beiyuan know that you are not my biological mother?"
"..." Ma Xueyan said nothing.
He seemed to be debating whether to tell the truth or not.
"I'm asking you if he knows it!!"
Yan Nian suddenly became angry, and his voice was dozens of decibels higher than before. He grabbed Ma Xueyan's collar tightly, his eyes were split open, like a kid released from the depths of hell, roaring and wanting to eat the person in front of him.
(End of chapter)