The Deadly Hitwoman: The Heiress's Special Abilities

Chapter 519: Chapter 519: He Is Not Your Father (Part 3)

Su Yu was silent, as if contemplating what words to use in reply to her.

At that moment, the barrier at the door was suddenly broken by someone, and a woman in black attire and dark hair walked in, heading straight to Su Yu and Xiao Xue’s side.

Fearing delayed mishaps, Han Jing and Lan Ling specifically borrowed the power of ghost spirits to rush over at the fastest speed. There was a barrier at the door, and she worried if the master’s temper might clash with Ling Xiang, so in haste, she broke the barrier and charged in, unexpectedly witnessing the scene of Su Yu holding Xiao Xue.

His face was still as stunningly beautiful as before, with none of the disheveled scars from their separation, that visage so familiar it seemed etched into her very being. Except for a bit more aloofness, there was not the slightest change.

His lustrous dark hair was still casually tied at the back like it used to be, the black robe making the exposed skin appear all the more fair, fair to the point of transparency, fair to the point of revealing an ancient, forlorn chill.

He gently held the sobbing Xiao Xue in his arms, the little girl seemed deeply wronged, tears streaming down endlessly as if they couldn’t stop.

The scene was beautiful, like a dream, a sudden, unexpected dream.

It gave her a sense of déjà vu heartache.

How many times had she seen such a scene during nights woken from dreams? She was busy cultivating, not having much time to discipline Xiao Xue, and she was somewhat spoiled by them, with a mischievous streak from a young age, often getting into trouble, and she would spank her without mercy. Many times, the little maid would sob while threatening to tell her father on her.

This scene was so much like a wronged Xiao Xue, holding her father, crying in grievance.

Han Jing’s heart, always cold and unyielding, becoming colder over the years, in this moment, seeing this scene, suddenly ached to the point of bleeding.

Her face showed no expression, her eyes as cold as if quenched in ice, aloof.

It was as if she hadn’t seen the man she once knew nightly, embraced, countless times gazed upon with deep affection, looked upon tenderly. So detached, as if she had never loved him.

But if An Chuxue were here now, she would certainly see her heart trembling to where she could hardly breathe, would certainly see how much strength it took, to not let herself lose control, to not let the heart on the verge of breaking open.

Since she found out the truth five years ago, she had told herself clearly and hopelessly, that until she had the ability to stand by his side and love him, she would never indulge herself, would never use her childish greedy gaze to glance at him even once more.

She knew that over these years, her feelings had not lessened by one bit due to his forgetting and his departure.

Not one bit.

So she knows clearly, just one glance, one extra look, and she would lose control of herself, she would long to naturally nestle into his embrace like before, hugging his neck, while glancing at his reddened ears, coquettishly calling, husband~

Yet how could she act willfully?

She reached towards Xiao Xue, extending her hand no longer so cold, and uttered a phrase colder than her formerly icy hand,

”He is not your father.”

——

’I finally see you again,

finally.’