After Marrying the Sick and Weak Son, I Turned Around

April night, slightly cool.

Su Anan stood by the window, looking at the bright moon in the night sky, her excited expression slowly calmed down.

The last scene in my memory is in the poor man's lane. In the cold winter, it finally snowed in Luocheng, the first snow.

She was wearing a cloak that was already worn out, curled up in a corner, shivering at the white snow in the sky.

The flower-like face was mottled and ugly, and even the dirtiest beggar was startled and kicked her away.

All ten fingers that had been slender and soft had frostbite and festering, and she no longer felt any pain from the coldness.

The snowflakes all over the sky swayed passionately, just like the snow at the Plum Blossom Banquet in Los Angeles, so dreamy.

Tremblingly, she stretched out her hand and took one, and the white and dirty instantly formed a sharp contrast, reminding her that she was no longer the eldest lady with golden branches and jade leaves.

There will be no going back.

At that moment, her heart was extremely desolate, and there was a trace of warm tears in the corner of her eyes.

The hand slid down, and the bumpy life came to an end.

How short, how ridiculous.

When I woke up again, it was the pink gauze, the fragrance of Ningshen, the warm mattress, and the pair of hands that were still as white as jade, without frostbite or festering, intact as before.

She was stunned for a while, before she realized it. She grabbed a second-class maid and asked the year. When she learned that it was March 23, Yongjia's 18th year, she suddenly widened her eyes and fell down beside the bed.

March 23, the day before her marriage, was also a crucial day in her life.

It was on that day that Su Pingping urged her to escape from marriage, and her life was turned upside down.

Now, she's back?

Pushing away the supporting maid, she walked to the window and pushed open the window suddenly.

The refreshing fragrance of azaleas struck instantly, the cool wind blew her shawl hair, and the lush vines climbed the scaffolding, green and full of vitality.

It's her Chilan Courtyard.

She is really back.

The maid Cuiyan came in with a pot of new tea, and when she saw her, she woke up from a nap and stood by the window, hurriedly put down the tray and sent the cloak, "Miss, it's windy by the window, don't stand for too long, it's cold. ."

Covered with warmth, Su Anan suddenly came back to his senses, looking at the long-lost face in front of him, and calling out the name that he had called thousands of times, "Cuiyan?"

"Well, miss, the servant is here." Cuiyan responded obediently, and helped her tie the tie.

Looking down at Cuiyan skillfully helping her tie a bow, Su Anan's eyes suddenly warmed.

Cui Yan is still there.

Fastening the tie, Cuiyan raised her eyes and looked at the worried look of the young lady, thinking that she was still worried about the marriage, but she couldn't hold back her thoughts: "Miss, listen to the advice of the slave, don't be stubborn, and marry tomorrow with peace of mind. "Although that son Shen is not in good health and lives in the countryside, he will be the prince of Xuanyi Hou's mansion in the future. Although you marry him, you will be happy, but you won't suffer from your identity."

"And this matter has now been settled, and there is no change. When the sedan chair arrives tomorrow, you will be a member of the Shen family from now on. If you insist on repenting of your marriage, your reputation will definitely be ruined in the future, who would dare to do it again. Proposing to you?"

"Miss, let's accept our fate, marry and serve your husband well, so that when Young Master Shen dies, I will give you a piece of paper and leave you free."

Su An'an used to be the most annoying to listen to Cuiyan's nagging. Cuiyan was two years older than her, and she was the eldest maid chosen by her mother before her death. Unfortunately, this maid was too straight and always talked about her like a preaching, which made her annoyed. In the end, the plan to escape was concealed, and then nothing could be done.

Now hearing her nagging, Su Anan misses her so much that her eyes are sore.

In the previous life, after she escaped from marriage privately, she never heard a good word again.

I never saw Cuiyan again, but I heard that Cuiyan was sold by the Lu family after she left.

Only then did she know that Cuiyan was good and Cuiyan was bitter.

Su Anan suppressed the astringency in her eyes and held Cuiyan's hand, "Well, I know, I will get married tomorrow, don't worry."

Cuiyan was surprised for a moment, did the lady suddenly figure it out?

A few days ago I was clamoring for a run.

But since the young lady said so, Cuiyan was always relieved, only when the young lady saw force majeure.

Cuiyan also persuaded a few words at the right time, "Miss understand, it's fine, don't blame the slaves for being talkative, that Mr. Shen, it is rumored that he has a very good temper, gentle and elegant, although he is frail, but if you take good care of it, it may be good or not, miss don't want it. Too pessimistic."

Not pessimistic, Su Anan is not pessimistic at all now.

How about marrying a sick seedling, and how about rushing to celebrate? Is it worse than her previous life, where she froze to death on the street, was cut off from her relationship, her family tree was removed, and she was homeless from now on?

It doesn't get any worse than that.

She patted Cuiyan's hand, "Don't worry, I'm fine, and I'm not pessimistic. People, sometimes you should accept your fate, you have to accept it. I just suddenly understood, Cuiyan, don't worry."

There was a hint of relief in Cuiyan's eyes, and the young lady finally stopped being stubborn.

After a few more words, Cuiyan planned to go down to see why the dishes in the kitchen hadn't been served yet. Just after taking a step, a notification came from outside the door, "Miss, the second lady is here to see you."

Cuiyan paused and looked back at the eldest lady worriedly.

The second miss is the daughter of the eldest miss's stepmother, the Lu family, and the second daughter of the Su residence.

The relationship between the two is good. The eldest lady has always trusted the second lady very much, and treats her like her own sister, but the mind of the second lady may not be like that.

Cuiyan secretly said that the second miss was not as simple as she appeared, but the eldest didn't believe her and thought she was provoking. In a fit of rage, she was punished to go to the kitchen to do chores for three months. Later, when her mother sacrificed, she remembered her again. Called back.

Now, the eldest miss has finally figured it out, but don't talk to the second miss, and make a fool of yourself.

Cuiyan hesitated, but bowed helplessly and stepped back.

Because the two sisters were talking, they always disliked having a maid beside them to serve.

When Su Anan suddenly heard the second young lady, her fingertips folded unconsciously, and the originally calm eyes suddenly surged.

It's a pity that Su Pingping didn't realize it, and walked happily with small steps. After waving her maid back, she stepped forward and took her arm affectionately, and said, "Is your elder sister still worried?"

"Don't worry, sister, sister has a good idea and can help you."

A sister, instantly pulled Su An'an's memory away.

Before she ran out of fuel in her previous life, the last person she saw was Su Pingping.

In the poor man's lane, she was dressed in fancy clothes, had a condescending attitude, and let out a lot of backlog of unwilling ridicule.

"Do you know that every time I call you sister, I feel disgusted, I'm obviously older than you, why are you my sister, what qualifications do you have to be my sister, it's just because of a direct identity That's it."

"Now, your identity as a direct descendant is gone. Even if you want to call me sister, it's not worthy. You are suitable for nesting in this poor alley and grabbing food with dogs, hahaha."