This actually made Fan Rou see things in a different light.

So, she wasn’t completely useless after all.

"Now that you’ve delivered the invitations, isn’t it time for you to get lost?"

She used the word "get lost," showing her hatred was still intense.

"I thought you would at least give me your blessing."

"In your dreams."

She would curse her every day, and she would definitely not die a good death.

"Well, I hope you enjoy your stay here." Fan Rou walked towards Fan Er’s room.

After eating, the three of them sat together, leaning on a cane, Fan Er could now move around.

He couldn’t go far, but he could walk into the courtyard.

Fan Rou had instructed that as long as he didn’t leave the courtyard, he could go anywhere he wanted here.

Fan Er’s mother, worried that Fan Rou might harm Fan Er, wanted to follow but was blocked.

Fan Er sat by the window, holding a book in his hands.

Fan Rou leaned over to look, it was the poetry collection she had given him.

"I thought you wouldn’t read it, but it seems you’re enjoying it."

Fan Rou’s sudden voice startled Fan Er so much that the book fell to the ground.

"I didn’t expect you to be so easily frightened one day."

"That’s because you appeared out of nowhere." Fan Er picked up the book from the floor.

Fan Rou examined him, noticing that the hostility on his face had lessened.

Indeed, poetry has a calming effect.

"Looks like you’re doing pretty well here."

He was clean, and though his clothes were a bit shabby and faded, he himself was clean.

Not dirty and smelly like when he was in prison.

Apart from a bed and a desk, there was nothing else in the room.

Excessively simple.

"It doesn’t matter whether I’m doing well or not, just living, that’s all."

Just living, without any meaning.

"Do you want to go out?"

Fan Er shook his head: "No."

"Why not?" She thought he really wanted to go out.

After all, who would want to be held up here?

"What can I do if I go out?"

He was a cripple now, his life, that’s just it.

Besides, without money or power, going out would just make him a joke.

Rather than that, he’d prefer staying here.

At least there’s good food and drink, and he doesn’t have to work.

"I thought you wouldn’t give up so easily, but since you think that way, there’s nothing I can do."

She originally wanted to return the favor by letting him out, but he didn’t appreciate it, so there’s nothing she could do.

"You want me to leave?" Fan Er looked up.

"It’s not about what I want, but whether you want it."

"If I want to, can I really leave?"

"Yes, the door is right there, no one is stopping you, you can leave if you want." Fan Rou said, pointing at the door.

"Why?" Why would she let him go?

"Because you once helped me, remember?"

He had once spoken for her, and she had kept those favors in her heart.

"But that little bit of favor is only enough for me to let you go, after you leave, there will be no more ties between us."

So, don’t expect her to help him.

She absolutely wouldn’t.

Don’t call her cruel, they had once been cruel to her too.

Otherwise, how could she treat them this way?

Fan Er lowered his head in silence as if considering.

Fan Rou didn’t rush him, after waiting a while and seeing he was still unable to decide, she said, "Take your time thinking, if you’ve decided, you can just leave, but once you leave, you can’t come back."

This was her last bit of mercy towards him.

After saying this, Fan Rou left.

Watching her back, Fan Er remained unresponsive for a long time.

The wedding day arrived quickly, and before the marriage, Fan Rou lived in the small house she bought for herself.