Chapter 586: Sword in Hand, Brilliant Light

She said that his father must not be a thief.

The past that was buried in his heart was a thorn in his heart. As long as it was slightly touched, he would be in agony. Lu Yan's brown eyes were stained with some red bloodshot. His rough big hands reached out and hugged her soft waist, pulling her directly into his arms.

"Let me hold you for a while." He buried his head in her fragrant and soft hair.

An An hugged him quietly. In his arms, she raised her little hand to touch his neat and piercing short hair and gently rubbed it, "My little Yan has worked hard, dear, I will love you in the future."

She coaxed him like coaxing a puppy, and Lu Yan's thin and cold lips hooked a soft arc, "Little bastard, you are getting more and more courageous."

An An smiled and hugged him tightly.

On the dim stairs, they hugged each other tightly. Lu Yan's handsome face was hidden in the dimness and could not be seen clearly. After a long time, he said, "My father is not a thief. He took money with him."

It was the first time he mentioned his father in so many years.

Everyone said his father was a thief, no one believed it.

An An hugged his strong waist, "Well, I believe Dad, you are not alone."

She is here, she has always been here.

She will accompany him.

Lu Yan's handsome features were frost-stained, very cold and hard. The wound in his heart was torn open again, and became bloody. His two strong arms suddenly withdrew their strength. He hugged her delicate body fiercely and rubbed her in his arms, "I can't protect them, Dad is, Mom is too..."

When he said "Mom", his low voice was hoarse, revealing suffocating and oppressive pain.

An An felt pain. His body was like iron. When he was fierce, the force almost crushed her. She felt that she was about to fall apart.

But she didn't say a word. How could the pain in her body compare to the pain in her heart? She felt so sorry for him.

Lu Yan stood tall in his life, but he had an eternal wound in his heart.

He saved many people. He was on the road to saving more and more people. For so many years, he never stopped.

But he couldn't save his parents.

He couldn't save his father who died in prison, and couldn't save his mother who jumped into the river. The young boy could only watch them being bullied and defiled.

He hated.

He hated himself.

He hated his own powerlessness.

He had put a heavy yoke on himself for so many years, and he was unwilling to let himself go.

An An felt that every inch of his muscle was tense, he was breathing, he was trembling.

She quickly stretched out her little hand and patted his thick back, and said softly, "Mom must love Xiao Xiaoyan very much, right? Dad is gone, she is powerless, she only has herself, she uses herself to protect Xiao Xiaoyan."

Lu Yan buried his face deeply in her pink neck, the bloody wound was constantly stirred, and he couldn't bear the pain. All his memories went back to that day many years ago, the moment he opened the door.

"Mom was pressed... on the bed. I pushed open the door, and Mom turned her face... around. In that scene, Mom's face was full of... tears..."

All tears, humiliation, pain, and despair.

If it weren't for him, Mom would rather die than suffer such humiliation.

The past scenes unfolded one by one, and Lu Yan hugged the person in his arms tightly. Every breath he took was painful, and his eyes were hot, and even the hot tears were no longer under his control.

He bit his lip and buried his head in her neck and cried bitterly.

Many years ago, he took back his father's ashes, and he saw his mother's body salvaged from the river, and he didn't shed a single tear.

He sat from night to early morning, and then he went to the imperial capital alone with a backpack.

He had never cried before.

But at this moment, holding his beloved girl in his arms, he cried silently.

This tear was more than 20 years late.

An An didn't know how to comfort him. She could only hug him as hard as he did. Big tears fell down and she cried for him.

When he suffered, she was not born yet.

There was never such a moment that she wished that she could be born ten or twenty years earlier. Even if it was the most miserable reunion, he was a poor child from the mountains and she was an illegitimate daughter abandoned by a wealthy family. It didn't matter. She would give him a big hug and accompany him for the longest time.

Maybe, he would keep one person for her, maybe the diamond ring on his neck had been put into her hand, maybe she was pregnant and had children around her.

So many regrets.

It was really a pity.

Lu Yan, who was more than 40 years old, cried like a child at this moment.

But for those who have great love in their hearts, all the hardships and frosts will turn into the sharpest sword in his hand, the most tenacious perseverance, the purest faith, and he will go farther than anyone else.

Such a person will make people look up to him.

So many rich young ladies and young wives have been fascinated by Mr. Yan in the imperial capital. They can't tell what's good about him. Just his handsome appearance and strong body are everywhere in the world, so it's not enough to make people obsessed.

Why are you obsessed with Lu Yan? It's because there is a light on him, walking on the road of inheritance, braving the sun, wearing the wind and frost, shining brightly.

An An patted his thick back, one after another, tenderly and pityingly, "Cry, it's okay to cry, it's not Xiao Xiao Yan's fault, Dad and Mom love Xiao Xiao Yan, Xiao Xiao Yan also loves Dad and Mom."

Lu Yan closed his brown eyes heavily, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes had returned to calm, without any waves.

He slowly let go of An An.

An An held his handsome face with her two small hands, and stood on tiptoes to kiss the tears on his face and his eyes.

The wound in Lu Yan's heart seemed to be smoothed by a soft little hand. He held her small waist and kissed her red lips.

Their lips and tongues touched, and both of them used up all their strength.

An An took the initiative to kiss him back, hugged his neck and hooked his tongue, until they were out of breath, and then they let go.

"Later, what happened to that beast?" An An asked.

Lu Yan did not let go of her, and his high nose wing rubbed against her soft little face. When he mentioned the village chief, he hooked his thin lips, and his smile was cold and cold, "He died a long time ago. I asked people to cut off his flesh piece by piece and feed it to the dogs."

It's what he deserves.

This is the price.

"Lu Yan, you did a great job. You finally avenged your parents." An An hooked her red lips.

Lu Yan smiled, his low and hoarse voice overflowing with doting, "Who are your parents? Girls are not ashamed at all."

Those were his parents, and now they are her parents.

An An also felt embarrassed. She stuck out her little pink tongue and looked at him with her wet eyes.

The girl's eyes were red, and her nose was red. She cried for him for a long time. Now she looked at him with her eyes. Her eyes seemed to be able to speak, twinkling and sparkling, and he couldn't take his eyes away.