Chapter 2! Im so happy so I wanted to release a new chapter today! Sorry if theres any grammatical error or spelling error, but my head is already dizzy! And hooray for roseswithguns for posting this chapter since I dont really know how to. (._.) I feel bad since shes almost asleep already.Chapter TwoShe had used all her might to be by his side, but in the end, he let go of her hand.

Her eyes closed slowly, and when she opened them again, there was no longer fluctuation in them, it was replaced by calmness. The one who seemed to have fallen apart just now wasn't like her at all.Ning Meng Yao walked into the courtyard, searching for a box in the ancient bed in the middle of her room and took out a transparent green jade bracelet which had a word on it.

Looking at the jade bracelet, Ning Meng Yao had on a self-depreciating smile as she put the bracelet back into the box and locked it.

On the cupboard where she put the box, there was another box. Glancing at the box, Ning Meng Yao reached out for it and opened it, revealing a stack of papers and she closed the box again after looking at it.

Carrying that box, Ning Meng Yao went to the bank. When she came out, the box was no longer with her.

Looking at the bustling street after taking care of some issues, Ning Meng Yao felt her heart became much lighter.Ning Meng Yao bought vegetables on the street and went home to make some food. As the sky slowly went dark, she took out the oil she bought and poured it on four corners of her room. When night came, she lit the fire and burnt down the place she had lived in for the past six years.Gazing at the small courtyard that was being eroded by the flame bit by bit, Ning Meng Yao turned her body and left, carrying with her only a small bag of cloth.

On the next day, when Ling Luo bought his confidant with him to Ning Meng Yao's home, he saw the remains of burnt house.

Looking at the burnt house, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, saying, "This.What happened?"

The man beside Ling Luo circled the house and returned to his side a while later. "Young master, this room's corners had been doused in oil." That's why this room could be burnt to this extent.

Ling Luo staggered backwards. She used this kind of method to leave, truly as cruel as in the past.

"Young master, you."

"Ming Fang, I'm alright. Why can't she understand me?" Ling Luo muttered to himself.

Looking at Ling Luo in such a state, Ming Fang didn't know how he should comfort him, trying to appease by saying, "Young master, don't you understand clearly Ning xiaojie's character?"

From five years ago, the young master was bafflingly good towards a country girl. At first, he didn't understand why, but as time went by, he finally understood. Ning xiaojie is not someone to be looked upon based on appearance, and there has never been any other girls who have a temperament like hers.

Ling Luo's hands went slightly stiff. 'That's right, doesn't he know her temperament better than anyone else? She would rather give up on him than becoming the equal wife. Now, she had done so with such a cruel method to cut off their relationship of two lives.**In a remote mountain village a thousand miles away from the capital, in a wooden chalet that wasn't know how long it's been at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by the lattice latched by growing vines, there were a thumb-tall vegetable seedlings that grew in front of the chalet.

The wooden door of the chalet suddenly opened, out came a young girl wearing a light pink embroidered dress, her hand carrying a wooden basket, her waist slim and her long hair was carelessly bound by a jasper hairpin while her remaining hair was casually loose on her back. This young girl was Ning Meng Yao who suddenly disappeared from the capital city.

Half a month earlier, Ning Meng Yao came to this ordinary mountain village. At the foot of the mountain, she bought a chalet with a beautiful view.

Having come to this place for half a month, her heart steadily calmed down. Every day she was doing the things that she had longed to do, planting vegetables, making embroidered flowers, or walking around the village. It was a plain but fulfilling life.

Putting the basket in her hand on a corner, she took a wooden bucket and went to the stream side not too far away, then went back to water the field of vegetables. Only after she had done this did she went to the kitchen and started a new day.

After finished eating, Ning Meng Yao took an embroidered frame from the room, putting the half finished embroidery on top of the shelf.Not long after sitting inside the courtyard while doing embroidery, the door creaked as the voice of a young girl was heard.