The Young Master's Escaping Bride Who Lost Memories

Chapter 885: Chapter 905: Xia Xiaonuan, Who Will You Choose? (Part 7)

Just now, Nangong Yaoling was the first to let go of her hand... But she knew that it was because... because Nangong Yaoling was afraid of hurting her.

Out of heartache, Nangong Yaoling, who was always proud and unwilling to admit defeat, actually compromised with Situ Yan and was the first to let go.

But in her heart, a warm current rose up, flowing like spring water.

Her lips moved, ready to speak.

But Nangong Yaoling suddenly shook his head: ”Alright... Xia Xiaonuan, since choosing you is so difficult and painful, then I’m willing to step back...”

After speaking, Nangong Yaoling slowly turned around without waiting for Xia Xiaonuan to react.

The man’s tall and straight back carried a touch of loneliness, solitude, despair, and also a unique pride belonging to Nangong Yaoling.

Qin Yi, on the side, and the bodyguards, were thoroughly shocked by this scene.

Qin Yi’s eyes were red, while the other bodyguards showed a look of lonely heartbreak.

Because... they had never seen Young Master compromise like this.

Never had they seen such a high and mighty man, like an emperor, say to another man that he was willing to step back.

And all of this was simply because... Young Master cared too much about Lady, he knew that the biggest harm in this men’s battle, if it continued, would be to Xia Xiaonuan.

Therefore, even if it meant being bruised all over, even if he had to endure pain as sharp as a knife, he still resolutely chose to let go.

How deep must the love and heartache be to make Young Master make such a choice?

How strong must one’s inner self be to calmly say the words ’step back’ in this situation?

The atmosphere instantly became like a sky covered in clouds, filled with a suffocating despair.

Xia Xiaonuan, with tears in her eyes, stared at Nangong Yaoling’s back, surprised that he was really willing to step back.

Is he really willing to let her leave with this man?

But... there was a voice in her heart quietly telling her that he wasn’t willing... that he wished he could take her away immediately. He cared too much, like an artist holding a rare treasure, afraid to damage it in his hands, afraid to break it on the table.

If this carefulness wasn’t true love, what else could it be?

At this moment, with a loud crash, the fortress in her heart completely collapsed.

Just as Nangong Yaoling stepped to leave, Xia Xiaonuan looked at his back and suddenly shouted: ”Wait a minute!”

The man’s grand and imposing body shook violently.

In his dark eyes, a ray of light flickered suddenly, as if he heard the melody of a symphony, a melody of sweet relief after suffering.

He stopped his steps, his hanging hand, finger by finger, slowly clenched into a fist.

Yet he did not immediately turn around, as if fearing that once he turned, he would find that the voice just now was merely an illusion.

He took a deep breath and Xia Xiaonuan slowly walked towards him.

Situ Yan saw Xiaonuan’s demeanor, his face turning pale inch by inch. Realizing something, he suddenly grabbed Xiaonuan’s hand: ”Xiaonuan...” His voice was hoarse and cautious.

But Xia Xiaonuan turned her head and glanced at Situ Yan.

In her eyes, there was a trace of apology, and this glance made Situ Yan’s hands and feet cold instantly.

He involuntarily released her hand and stumbled back a step.