Published: March 8, 2025
Yang Ruolan was searching hopelessly across this icy plateau, from south to north, from east to west! From morning until evening, she hadn't closed her eyes, and then from night until dawn.
She was persistent, stubbornly searching, occasionally climbing to high places to look around. Her long hair fluttered wildly in the cold wind.
Even some slightly cracked large stones and ice blocks were moved aside by her for inspection.
Chu Feiling could only sigh: even a three-year-old child could see that those gaps couldn't possibly hide a person.
Yet Yang Ruolan, being an adult and a lord-level expert, had surprisingly lost even this basic judgment.
But he didn't say anything, just accompanied his wife in the search.
He understood her feelings.
Yang Ruolan's gaze was vacant, her hair disheveled. Her beautiful face had become haggard. Her lips were dry, and her bright eyes were filled with blood vessels!
Yes, they all said that Chu Yang was right here on this mountain!
He hadn’t gone down!
They had even seen him when they went down!
Then the couple came up, going up and down the mountain, only that one path.
But… where had he gone?
Where was he?
Yang Ruolan was on the verge of collapse!
My son!
Where had my son gone?
It had been nineteen years! Since the child went missing, Yang Ruolan had never been happy.
Guilt, self-blame, longing… she thought constantly, wondering where her child was. Was he still alive? Had someone taken him?
Was he doing well? Would the one who picked him up abuse him?
Had he started practicing martial arts?
He was three… then eight… ten… eighteen years old now…
It was cold; was he cold? Did he have warm clothes? If it rained, where was he? Would he be soaked and get sick? If it snowed, the roads are slippery; would he fall…
She kept imagining, always holding onto hope, yet dared not believe. The longer time passed, the more despair she felt…
The Chu Clan had been searching year after year with no results. Every search left Yang Ruolan sleepless. Every time she saw someone enter the Chu Family gate, her gaze would tightly follow.
Eventually, Chu Feiyan, responsible for the search, would flee at the sight of this sister-in-law. He couldn't bear to see the deep hope in her eyes…
Every time he saw that look, Chu Feiyan felt as if he had committed an unforgivable crime!
Year after year of disappointment, year after year of despair!
Finally, this year, news of her son was received! It was confirmed that he was alive and had grown up! He had skills!
He was exceptionally clever, handsome, chivalrous, and full of ambition!
He was the most perfect man in the world!
At that moment, Yang Ruolan's heart exploded with emotions!
Pride, heartache, relief, yearning, hope, anxiety… all the feelings accumulated in her heart over eighteen years surged within that short time.
All emotions crazily fermented in her maternal heart!
Almost ready to burst!
Finally, they arrived here, finally to see her son!
The evidence was undeniable! The location was confirmed!
They just needed to go up the mountain to meet him!
But… upon reaching the mountain, they only saw a vast expanse!
Where had the child gone?
This was Yang Ruolan's greatest hope, and also her most excited moment! But at this moment, this immense hope and excitement instantly turned into the cruelest blow!
She finally stopped searching, standing dumbfounded and helpless by Desperate Lake, her eyes vacant, lost and forlorn, as if the pillars that supported her had completely been pulled away at that moment!
Tears quietly slipped down, dropping into the snow…
In her heart-wrenching despair, the couple didn't notice that the calm waters of Desperate Lake were slowly beginning to churn, as if something beneath the lake wanted to burst forth…
Yang Ruolan stood there in a daze, motionless, like a lifeless, energyless statue. The moment her tears fell, they met the frigid air, rising a faint mist that quickly froze on her face.
She didn't even use her energy to keep warm, standing there dazedly.
"Ruolan, you… are you okay?" A hand rested on her shoulder; it was Chu Feiling.