Chapter 1084: She Was Really Dead, Right? Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

It was this ray of hope that lit up Fang Zhu’s face. She thought that Lu Yi had finally started to notice all the things she had done for him.

She had not learned about Yan Huan’s return yet. She was actually one of the few who knew that Yan Huan was not in recuperation, but was one of the missing people. Otherwise, she would not be this excited to try and win his heart over again.

Meanwhile, everyone was supposed to learn about Yan Huan’s comeback from The Assembly of Gods. Unfortunately, there were some hiccups. No one had the audacity to make news out of the hiccups. Therefore, there were things, including Yan Huan’s return, remain mysteries for many, not to mention Teacher Fang who never read entertainment news.

Lu Yi turned around and Fang Zhu’s eyes slowly turned crescent. She subconsciously extended her hands, but only managed to touch the corner of his shirt. Lu Yi swiftly walked past her. All she could touch was the hem of his shirt, and the chilly air that was surrounding him.

Fang Zhu was briefly stunned before she followed him closely, unwilling to give up.

However, Lu Yi continued in his tracks, not bothering to spare a glance for Fang Zhu. There was a woman, whose head hung low, standing under the street light. From her attire, she appeared like a university student.

Fang Zhu touched her face. She was reaching 40, and no one had ever taken an interest in her. She felt that she was quite an excellent partner, but she was not married yet. Many men, who she had encountered before, thought they were not up to standard to date a sophisticated woman like her. Fang Zhu was a professor, and the youngest in the field. Other than the pair of thick glasses, the only thing that would represent her education background was the wrinkles at the end of her eyes.

She was getting old, and not her young self anymore.

What she needed the most now was a marriage to prove that she was indeed a woman.

Meanwhile, she did not want to deign to marry just anyone. That was when Lu Yi’s name popped into her mind. Indeed, they should be together. Perhaps, they were meant for each other!

Lu Yi walked rapidly, while she followed closely behind in her heels. When she almost caught up with Lu Yi, she realized that Lu Yi had already stopped before the student, and passed the skewers to the girl.

Both of them were speaking as if they shared a close relationship.

“Lu Yi.” Fang Zhu sauntered over. She stood beside him. “Well, it turns out you were just the same as others. Yan Huan has just passed away for a year and you have already gotten yourself a new lover. Apparently, Prosecutor Lu is also someone who gets bored of their old partner. I guess I’m not the only one who’s blinded with love. Yan Huan was just like me.”

“How am I blinded?” The voice interrupted her. “My eyesight works just fine.”

Yan Huan pushed her cap upward and continued devouring the skewers. She leaned her head on Lu Yi’s shoulder, tip-toed, as Lu Yi was way taller than her.

Fang Zhu was dumbfounded when she saw Yan Huan’s face that had not changed over the years. She was glued to the ground.

Some women are favored by time. It’s as though Yan Huan will neither grow old, nor die.

Yan Huan, who was standing before her, had not aged, and certainly had not died. People tended to assume that missing people were dead, as they did not expect to see the return of these missing people.

Yet, Yan Huan had returned.

She wrapped her arms around Lu Yi’s neck, proving Fang Zhu that Lu Yi was hers.

“He is my husband forever. Even after he dies, his ashes belong to me. Don’t you even think about touching it.”

Yan Huan, the best actress, was the only one who could make such a domineering remark.

“Don’t talk while you eat.” Lu Yi wiped Yan Huan’s smudged face. “Let’s go and find a seat for you to eat your food.”

“Sure!” When Yan Huan was speaking to Lu Yi, her smile was as sweet as honey. It was hard to not like this 30-year-old woman. Yan Huan had never thought that she was old. She had always felt like a child, because this man came along and spoiled her into a kid.

Lu Yi brought her to a nearby staircase and took a seat on the step. He then pulled out a piece of newspaper and laid it nicely on the step, letting her sit on the newspaper.

Yan Huan was not shy to sit next to him and laid her head on his thighs.

“How did she become like this, Lu Yi?”

Yan Huan was talking about Fang Zhu.

“She was a great teacher. How did she turn into such an easy woman?”

“She did not set her future nicely and was too prideful.”

Lu Yi rolled up her sleeves. He was very skillful, as though he had done this a lot of times.

Yan Huan took another bite of the skewer.”I really don’t understand. How did you guys live with each other in the past life?”

“I let the Lu family die without a descendant.”

Lu Yi shut her up with a single sentence.

Yan Huan bit onto the skew awkwardly. No matter what happened in her past life, she was currently married to Lu Yi. He was her husband. He belonged to her. She would never share her husband with anyone else. If ever Lu Yi had the audacity to find a mistress, she would get a pair of scissors and turn him into an eunuch.

Fang Zhu watched the two lovey-dovey couple in the distance. At that moment, she felt a sharp stab in her chest.

She could never retrieve what she had lost.

The man, whom she let go of, now belonged to someone else.

She turned around and her shadow had been dragged under the streetlight. She was turning 40, yet she was still single. Was it her own fault?

Yan Huan took a look at the stars above her.

She had not seen such a beautiful starry sky in Sea City for a very long time. She had seen it back when she was at Chengjia Village. The sky in Chengjia Village was blue, and the stars were bright, although the life there was harsh.

Nevertheless, Chengjia village was isolated from the world. There were no disputes. As she lived alongside the mountains and rivers, her perturbed mind, which was stirred by the busy city life, had been calmed.

She shut her eyes, wanting to take a nap.

In her dreams, she thought she saw her mother.

Her mother looked just like before. She had not changed at all. She looked as though she was the same age as Yan Huan, a 30-year-old lady. Yet, her face was masked with the hardships of life.

Her mother’s age had nothing to do with the passing of time.

Her mother’s age had nothing to do with her wrinkles.

Her mother only aged because of the weariness she suffered.