A second chance with my billionaire husband

Zhang Huasheng soon came out and said, "The room is ready, wash up and go to sleep, you’ve had a long day...."

Yun Miao washed his face and looked at the face in the mirror, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, truly a face blessed by nature. Yun Miao’s fingers slowly fell on the mirror, his gaze somewhat bewildered.

This face... is exactly like his younger self in his past life. Could it be that, in some mysterious way, Yun Miao really has a connection with him?

Thinking of Ji Lanyi, his mind became a tangle, as if an invisible net were spreading across him, but he didn’t know where its exit lay. The inability to control this feeling was truly awful.

Lying in bed, Yun Miao tossed and turned, and in a daze, he seemed to have a dream.

First, it was Rong Qiuyi’s woman with a hideous and hateful face; then, it was Ji Lanyi’s gentle and loving whispers. The two faces interwove in his dreams, and Yun Miao curled up into a ball, clutching his head.

What exactly is the truth?

Birds chirped outside the window, Yun Ya opened her eyes, and the sunlight brought her hand defensively to her eyes.

It was only then she noticed the bandages wrapped around her arm, and stood there in a daze, reaching to touch them.

Everything from yesterday flashed vividly before her eyes. She had taken a knife to harm herself, but under pressure, she finally found the chance to send the deadly blade into Ji Lanyi’s heart. Then what happened?

She seemed to have fallen into a warm embrace, filled with a familiar smell and a calming breath.

Yun Ya felt a sudden tightness at her waist and turned her head to see a man lying beside her; his face was unforgettable. His complexion was extraordinarily pale, with a cold sweat on his forehead. Even in sleep, he was restless, his brows furrowed, and he held her waist tightly with one hand.

Yun Ya’s eyes suddenly reddened, and she raised her hand gently to his brow, softly massaging; "Brother Yan... what are you dreaming about?"

Finally, the man’s brows slowly relaxed, and his breathing became steady.

Yun Ya lay on his chest, feeling his intense heartbeat, and slowly closed her eyes.

Yun Ya noticed the bandaged wound on his arm. Yesterday, in a fit of emotion, she had bitten his arm fiercely, now filled with guilt and heartache.

"Brother Yan, why are you so silly?"

Yun Ya opened the door and came out; Zhang Huasheng was busy in the kitchen and immediately greeted her with a smile, "Up already, breakfast will be ready soon, go wash up first."

Smoke billowed from the kitchen, accompanied by the sizzling sounds and enticing smell. The old man wore an apron, with his kindly eyes stained by the smoke.

Yun Ya’s nose tingled, suddenly running over to give him a hug, "Master."

Zhang Huasheng still held the spatula in his hand and rolled his eyes in amusement, "Covered in smoke, be careful not to get it on you."

Yun Ya took a deep breath; the familiar medicinal fragrance from her master brought a slight peace to her heart.

"By the way, there’s someone else. Go wake him up."

Yun Ya furrowed her brows in confusion, "Someone else?"

Zhang Huasheng pointed to the door of the next room and smiled at her, "Go call them."

"Who is it?"

"You’ll find out when you go." Zhang Huasheng winked at her and, catching a whiff of something burning, hastily turned back into the kitchen.

Why is Master being so mysterious? Yun Ya walked over and knocked on the door, softening her voice, "Wake up, it’s time for breakfast."

No response.

Yun Ya pressed her ear against the door, hearing footsteps approaching the door; those steps felt like they were trampling on her heart. Yun Ya instinctively wanted to retreat, but at the next moment, the door opened...

She suddenly fell forward and the next moment, she was caught in a warm embrace, and Yun Ya froze.

A pair of large hands held her shoulders, pulling her tightly into the embrace.

This was an unfamiliar yet exceptionally familiar embrace. As the familiar scent from the person’s body hit her nose, her eyes welled up with tears.

Her fingers gripped tightly onto the fabric of his chest, trembling to the point she couldn’t speak.

Yun Miao held her tightly, only feeling the girl in his arms was so thin and fragile, feeling both heartache and joy. A long sigh escaped his lips, "Yaya...."

In childhood memory, Ji Lanyi always kept him inside while taking Yaya to various gatherings; Yun Ya was her pride, and he was her shame. At that time, his world was filled with endless loneliness.

Yet Yaya was the sole warmth in his lonely world, patiently teaching him lip-reading, showing him how to write, repeatedly writing his name without complaint. Knowing he feared the dark, she’d sneak into his room every night to sleep with him when he got scared, embracing him tightly; even when Ji Lanyi discovered them and punished her severely, she didn’t mind.