Unveil Her Secret Identities
Chapter 348 Dust-Sealed Box_1

Chapter 348: 348 Dust-Sealed Box_1

"If only I had come earlier, you wouldn’t have had such an unhappy life; you would have had what others have. It’s my fault."

Wen Wanyu covered her eyes, suddenly feeling a strong urge to cry, overcome with sadness and self-blame.

She had specifically investigated Lu Qingyi’s past life, but the information she had found was precisely what she didn’t want to know.

Lu Qingyi’s childhood was spent with her grandmother, a life devoid of paternal or maternal love. At a young age, she was unusually sensible and hardworking.

If only she could have been there earlier, Lu Qingyi’s life might have changed dramatically.

Lu Qingyi: "It’s not your fault."

Her fate wasn’t linked to Wen Wanyu in any way. The only people she could blame were Yao Meishu and fate.

Fifteen minutes passed quickly and Lu Qingyi removed the silver needles, packing them neatly away.

"Aunt Wen, try to move a bit."

Lu Qingyi stood up and spoke.

Wen Wanyu slightly moved her leg and found the pain had disappeared; it had been relieved.

"Qingyi, you actually..."

Wen Wanyu looked at Lu Qingyi in disbelief, having not expected her medical skills to be this good.

Just how high was this natural talent?

Some things could be achieved through consistent learning and effort, but most importantly, there must be natural talent involved.

Talent combined with diligence could create miracles.

"I’ll come again tomorrow to give you another acupuncture treatment and prescribe you some traditional Chinese medicines, and then you should be good."

Lu Qingyi spoke very casually, as if Wen Wanyu’s long-standing leg problem had been alleviated within just over ten minutes, under her hands.

There was still a chance of completely healing her.

"You are even more talented than your mother."

Wen Wanyu gazed at Lu Qingyi with affection. She slowly raised the corners of her mouth and said with a face full of smiles.

Looking at Lu Qingyi, she seemed to see Ruan Qingyang from years ago; Ruan Qingyang’s daughter could not be mediocre. Lu Qingyi was excellent, even more so than Ruan Qingyang back then.

Lu Qingyi remained silent, just quietly watching Wen Wanyu.

"There is a black box inside the cabinet. Qingyi, could you please get it for me?"

The smile on Wen Wanyu’s lips was a bit bitter. She slowly spoke with a somewhat heavy tone.

Whenever Ruan Qingyang was mentioned, Wen Wanyu would become sad or heavy. Ruan Qingyang was so important to her that her death hit hard.

Nearly twenty years later, whenever Ruan Qingyang was mentioned, she still felt sad.

Lu Qingyi never met Ruan Qingyang. She only knew that her mother was named Ruan Qingyang, so she didn’t feel much, just a slight hint of sadness.

For those who never get to experience someone’s presence, even if they are your closest relatives, their death will not rouse any real sadness. It will only bring a little melancholy.

Lu Qingyi went into the cabinet and took out a black box. The box was clearly old and covered in a thick layer of dust.

Lu Qingyi slightly furrowed her brows. She didn’t clean the dust off but handed the box as it was to Wen Wanyu.

Wen Wanyu held the box without immediately opening it. She looked at Lu Qingyi and asked, "Do you know what my dream was when I was young?"

She posed her question in a soft tone.

Her youthful dream was now just a dream, something from the past.

Because of Ruan Qingyang’s death, she had abandoned her own dreams, volunteering to be a "salted fish," and opening a small hot pot shop.

Ruan Qingyang was always her motivation.

Lu Qingyi shook her head.

"I had many dreams, one of which was to become a photographer."

Wen Wanyu lowered her eyes, her gaze filled with laughter.

She was greedy. While others only had one dream and pursued it their whole lives, she had many dreams.

Lu Qingyi stayed silent, quietly waiting for Wen Wanyu to continue.

"Your mother was my photography model. She was beautiful with a noble and cool temperament. Every picture came out looking great. At that time, she was the belle of our school. I once used the pictures I took of her to participate in a photography contest organized by the school, and I won first place."

The smile on Wen Wanyu’s lips was bitter. She spoke softly and slowly, so faintly that Lu Qingyi could not have heard anything had she not paid close attention.

"The photographs inside are all of your mother, all taken by me. Since your mother’s passing, I’ve kept them locked away, not daring to open them."

Wen Wanyu carefully wiped the dust off the box.

There was such a thick layer of dust that it was difficult to clean with her hands. Wen Wanyu’s hands were getting dirty, but she didn’t care and kept scrubbing.

Lu Qingyi watched Wen Wanyu but didn’t speak.

Lu Qingyi had always been a loner since she was a child. She didn’t like making friends and didn’t understand Wen Wanyu’s emotions or sympathize with them.

She didn’t have a best friend, only acquaintances, who couldn’t possibly understand the significant difference between friendship and kinship.

"Wen, use a tissue to wipe."

Wen Wanyu’s hands were very dirty, and the dust on the box hadn’t been completely cleaned. Lu Qingyi frowned slightly.

"Okay."

Wen Wanyu took a deep breath, received the tissue that Lu Qingyi passed to her, and began to slowly wipe the box.

The box hadn’t been dusted for a long time and was quite dirty.

"I’ll go wash my hands."

Wen Wanyu stood up, placed the box on a side table, and walked into the bathroom.

Each room had a restroom, which was very convenient. Wen Wanyu took a long time to come out. When she did, her eyes were red.

"Your mother had a key just like this one."

Without further ado, Wen Wanyu tugged the necklace off her neck. She started talking in a serious tone.

The key was in the shape of a crescent moon and was very delicate.

Lu Qingyi remained quiet without saying a word.

Wen Wanyu gently closed her eyes and opened the old, dust-laden box, revealing the slightly old photographs inside to Lu Qingyi.

The box was neatly organized and held a number of photos. There were pictures of Ruan Qingyang with Wen Wanyu, and many more of Ruan Qingyang alone.

"These are all of your mother, as beautiful as you. No, I should say you are even more beautiful than your mother."

Lu Qingyi outshone Ruan Qingyang, just as this saying goes ’a blue comes from the indigo plant but is bluer than the plant itself.’ Even when it came to their beauty, it was applicable. Wen Wanyu thought.

Ruan Qingyang was beautiful, and her daughter was even more beautiful.

"My mother was very beautiful."

Lu Qingyi picked up a photo and slightly raised the corners of her lips.

Ruan Qingyang’s beauty wasn’t just about her noble and cool temperament. The Ruan Qingyang in the photos had the appearance of a classical beauty.

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