Chapter 2276 - Better Destroy

Chapter 2276: Better Destroy

“Who said there’s nothing between us? I’m the one who’s married to you! I’m also the one who sleeps with you every night! Do you think it’s possible to erase those memories?”

An Jichuan did not want to let her go. If she left, they might never meet again.

“No matter what, I don’t want to see you!”

Xue Yating turned her head and did not want to look at him again.

“Fine! I can disappear from your sight! But if you really love my big brother and still have some conscience, then you can stay and mourn for my big brother for three years! After three years, no one will stop you from going anywhere!”

An Jichuan’s request was not excessive at all. In Rongcheng, when the husband died, it was indeed a three-year mourning period.

It would be three years before the woman could remarry or whatever. The man’s family had no right to interfere with their freedom.

After pondering for a moment, Xue Yating agreed. “Okay! I will do it!”

Just like that, Xue Yating did not leave Rongcheng. She really stayed behind to mourn for An Xianming.

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When she was young, she was madly in love with An Jichuan and could not get him.

When she grew up, she fell in love with An Xianming at first sight and pursued him bitterly.

But these two men were completely ignoring her, treating her feelings like grass. This made her feel very unfair.

Especially when she learned that the two brothers were in love with a woman, Xue Yating, she felt a sense of destruction.

If she couldn’t get it, she would rather destroy it.

Now that An Xianming was gone, only An Jichuan was left. Shen Ranran realized that she still couldn’t forget him.

If she could not marry An Xianming, it would be just as good if she could marry An Jichuan.

Thinking of this, Shen Ranran strode confidently towards the man. When she got close, she put on a sad face and said, “Ji Chuan, I’m here.”

She placed the flower in front of An Xianming’s tombstone and stared at the handsome face of the man in the black and white portrait for a while before turning to look at the man beside her. “Why did you call me here?”

“Why did you do it?”

An Jichuan did not turn his head. His voice was so cold that it sounded like it was coming from the distant sky.

“What?”

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