129 The Truth of the Past

Looking at Duan Nanyu, Feng Xilou suddenly hesitated. Should he tell him? Could he still accept it now?

“What do you want to say?” Duan Nanyu asked seriously, staring unblinking into Feng Xilou’s eyes. His deep gaze shimmered with a faint light.

“It wasn’t Yun Xiyin who saved you from the fire back then!” Feng Xilou knew his words were cruel, but he had to say it—this concerned Yun Xueyan.

He wanted him to know he had chosen the wrong person. Suddenly, he wished for Duan Nanyu to regret it, to regret how he had treated Yun Xueyan.

“What?” Duan Nanyu was shocked, staring at Feng Xilou in disbelief as if hearing an earth-shattering revelation.

“You always thought Yun Xiyin was the one who rescued you from the fire, but you never looked into why Yan’er’s face was scarred. That was your oversight.” Swallowing the heavy air pressing on his chest, Feng Xilou recalled how shocked he had been when he learned this.

But it was all too late. Before he could tell Duan Nanyu, Yun Xueyan had already fallen off the cliff.

“Impossible! Back then…” Duan Nanyu suddenly stopped speaking. Indeed, at that time, he had only noticed the little girl in the pink dress arguing with him, ignoring the other silent girl in pink beside her.

He had been unconscious then, so he had always believed it was Yun Xiyin.

“Nothing is impossible. Yan’er’s face was scarred because of you. Her happiness was destroyed by you, and her life was cruelly taken by your hands.” Feng Xilou’s words pierced Duan Nanyu’s heart like needles, scorching him with unbearable torment.

Duan Nanyu’s expression crumbled. The light in his deep eyes vanished, and his hand, resting beside him, trembled uncontrollably, shaking more violently.

He refused to believe it.

“Xilou…” His voice choked, “Tell me none of this is true. It’s not!” He scoffed, refusing to believe it.

“But it’s all true.” Feng Xilou sighed deeply, unable to bear looking at Duan Nanyu. “Yan’er was indeed the one who took you out of the fire, but no one cared about her, no one cared why her face was destroyed. I learned this all from an old servant who brought Yan’er back.”

“Maybe… you shouldn’t have sneaked out of the palace back then. Then none of this cursed fate would have happened today.” Duan Nanyu was still the cold-faced prince who commanded the storm, and Feng Chengxiang still wore the smile of spring, unmoved by any turmoil.

They… would not change, and would continue along their original paths.

But once they met Yun Xueyan, their hearts fell irretrievably, doomed to endless torment…

“There is no ‘maybe.’ What has happened can never be undone.” Duan Nanyu’s voice was unusually calm, devoid of any emotion. A smile curved his lips beautifully.

So, it had all been a mistake from the very beginning, forged in his youth, deepening with every passing day. Heaven did not favor him; it kept playing cruel jokes on him—this time, the cruelest joke of all.

He should laugh—laugh loudly.

His kindness had always been returned to others, but his mistakes had always been borne by Yun Xueyan!

His calm tone worried Feng Xilou. He had expected Duan Nanyu to be overwhelmed with pain, but this quiet composure made him even more uneasy.

He trapped all his sorrow deep within his heart, refusing to release it. This torment was even more cruel than grief.

“I will keep searching for Yan’er. I believe she is not dead. If… you can, I hope you will search too. But no matter who finds her, I will never let her go again!” Feng Xilou’s voice was gentle, yet carried an indescribable force.

Turning, he left swiftly. He had not given up yet!