Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 1703: Chapter 1702: Do You Understand Love?

Qiao Xiaomai understood clearly that she couldn’t leave today, so she simply broke free from Tong Sanlang’s embrace.

Even though Tong Sanlang was somewhat prepared this time, he didn’t have her strength, so she still managed to free herself easily.

“Sanlang, Lingsu, you both should leave. Let’s meet on the battlefield at the front lines.” As she spoke, she stepped backward, deliberately returning to the group of men in black.

In an instant, Tong Sanlang’s gaze turned lifeless, the light within his eyes extinguished completely.

Qiao Xiaomai pressed her lips together and forced out a smile. “Lingsu, take Sanlang away. Let’s meet on the battlefield at the front lines.”

After leaving those words behind, she turned and walked toward the small courtyard without looking back.

Behind her came Tong Sanlang’s heart-wrenching cries, each piercing through her ears, into her heart, and merging into her very flesh and blood.

Her eyes instantly filled with a misty haze.

Parting is for the sake of the next reunion. Making Tong Sanlang realize her importance through this separation—perhaps it’s worth it.

She ran back to her temporary bedroom, threw herself onto the bed, and cried loudly under the quilt. After a while, Bei Yun entered. He stood by the bed and quietly watched for a long time before letting out a sigh, “Honestly, I used to enjoy watching others part in life and death. The more miserable they were, the happier I felt. But seeing you cry like this, I suddenly don’t find it as entertaining.”

Qiao Xiaomai ignored him and continued crying.

Bei Yun couldn’t help but sigh again. “I originally wasn’t planning on taking you to the front lines, but seeing you cry this pitifully, I’ll take you after all.”

“As a beast, I’ve already been quite humane toward you.”

“Get lost, go to hell!” Qiao Xiaomai shouted as she grabbed the thin blanket on her body and threw it at him, gritting her teeth while cursing, “You’ll burn in hell. You really will burn in hell!”

Bei Yun caught the blanket, pressed his lips together, and placed it back on the bed. He stood up, said nothing, and walked outside.

He knew he would be suppressed in the eighteen levels of hell, never able to rise again. He understood that better than anyone.

The same reproach had been hurled at him countless times, and not once had he been angered.

Even now, he was not angry. But beneath the calm, his heart felt utterly hollow.

He had always tried to live—to live as free and unrestrained as possible. But what was the meaning of his existence?

Who bore witness to his life?

Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang loved each other to the point of life and death. If one went missing, the other would travel thousands of miles, braving all hardships, just to reunite. And when they did meet again, they would embrace joyfully, becoming each other’s entire world in that moment.

Perhaps that’s what the meaning of existence is…

If judged by such a standard, his life was truly meaningless…

Bei Lingsu had once treated him with genuine care, and Qiao Xiaomai had also never hurt him before. They were the kindest, most upright people he had ever met. But after this ordeal, Bei Lingsu likely wouldn’t treat him the same way as before. And if Qiao Xiaomai ever found the chance, she would surely strike against him.

The two people he had encountered, the only ones who wouldn’t actively hurt him, had been ruined by him.

A sense of hollowness crept in.

What was the point of living like this…

The night quickly passed. The sun rose, and daylight broke.

Qiao Xiaomai, staring at her swollen eyes that resembled walnuts, climbed into the carriage heading for the front lines. Bei Yun blocked Prince Fengbao, insisting on taking her to the battlefield—along with the silver and gold loaded into the carriage the previous night.

The journey lasted an entire day. She drifted between wakefulness and sleep in the carriage throughout the day.

That evening, the convoy found a spot to rest. Bei Yun entered her carriage and, seeing her listless demeanor, said, “You’ve already embarked on the journey to meet him.”

Qiao Xiaomai said nothing, unwilling to respond to him.

Bei Yun pressed his lips together at the sight and asked, “Does love really make you feel this miserable?”

“What makes me miserable is you, this beast,” Qiao Xiaomai said coldly.

“Parting from your lover makes you feel this miserable?” Bei Yun tried rephrasing his question.

“Even if I explained it, would a beast like you—someone who’s never loved—understand?” Qiao Xiaomai sneered.