Reborn in the Seventies: Pampered Wife, Owning some Farmland
Chapter 1214 - 1215: Yun Hao’s Past Life 1

Chapter 1214: Chapter 1215: Yun Hao’s Past Life 1

Meng Yunhan had a dream; it seemed she had arrived at a monastery.

She found it strange—hadn’t she been in a hospital room before?

How did she end up at a monastery?

In foreign countries, monasteries almost didn’t exist, so where was she now?

Could it be that Mi Nuo had brought her here?

But Robert, because of her, had used a child to threaten Mi Nuo, and Mi Nuo wasn’t bold enough to carry out such an action.

So how did she end up at this monastery?

Suddenly, she heard a voice.

"Have you really decided? The merit you’ve accrued will allow you to be reborn into a wealthy family," said a monk who appeared to be a highly attained monk, looking at the elderly man in military uniform before him.

This elderly man in military uniform had slight white at his temples but a perennially stern face that never seemed to change.

Yet now, there was a hint of a smile on the old man’s face.

Driven by curiosity, Meng Yunhan floated over and sized up the elderly man who closely resembled Ahao—was he a military man too? Her uncle? She continued to listen to them.

"In this life, I thought she would come to find me. She knew I was waiting for her in Magic City, but she never came. The biggest regret of my life is letting her go. If only I had never let her leave even if it meant she would die," the elderly man lamented.

He had devoted over fifty years to the military, but he had never let go of that woman, who was ten years his junior.

Recently, his nephew had told him he’d seen the woman he’d kept buried in his heart; he saw her through a window, suffering from illness.

This attained monk had once saved his life unintentionally.

Magic City?

Who exactly was this person? The more Meng Yunhan looked, the more familiar he seemed. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt a profound sadness enveloping him, which weighed heavily on her heart.

Was this man her uncle or Ahao?

That couldn’t be right. Ahao was only in his thirties; he couldn’t have so much white hair. But why did this man seem so familiar?

"Sometimes, what’s forcefully sought cannot be kept, what’s forcefully detained cannot stay, devotee. After so many years, you still haven’t let go, tormenting yourself. Once you let go, this tribulation will pass," the monk counseled Yun Hao.

Let go?

How could he let go?

The moment he first saw her, he knew this young woman was meant to be his wife, and ultimately, he did marry her. However, she was somewhat wary of him, even his parents and sisters-in-law disliked and ostracized her.

That’s why she cruelly aborted the child that was theirs.

If he had taken her with him when he was deployed, would all that followed never have happened?

The troubles of his life didn’t scare him; he wasn’t afraid of actual enemies or real combat, yet he lost that little woman who had always lingered in his heart.

He married her but never cared for her properly, never really talked to her. She was just a young girl; would everything have turned out differently if he hadn’t been so reticent?

The past was like the wind, yet he could never let go.

He couldn’t resist keeping an eye on her.

Over the years, keeping up with her news had become an essential part of his life.

When she got married again, he was desperate to appear before her, to loudly question why she was getting married, why she was marrying another man.