Seeing that Song Yunpan was fascinated by what he heard, Bai Tan couldn't help but said, "My aunt and my aunt must have loved the girl just as much when they were alive."

Song Yunpan smiled sadly, "I didn't remember much when my mother left... As for my father," she paused and said softly, "Actually, I don't really remember what he looked like.

"

I just remember that her father often came back smelling of alcohol and was rude to her...

In the few years of her limited memory of her father, it seemed that his father had never hugged her or spoken to her patiently. In the first few years when she came to the capital, every time she saw her eldest cousin hugging Su Xiao, she would burst into tears.

When he coaxed her with soft words, she felt very novel...and envious.

She secretly thought at that time, "It would be great if her eldest cousin was her father... She also wanted to be like Su Xiao, who was tired of whispering in her father's arms, and she also wanted to be carried by her father on his shoulders to watch the lanterns on the street...

Perhaps because of this, her impression of her father became even weaker.

Now I can't even remember it at all.

Seeing Song Yunpan's lack of interest, Bai Tan also knew that her sad story was being mentioned, so he quickly changed the topic calmly.

The master and the servant just chatted for a while. Seeing that the snow outside still showed no intention of stopping, Song Yunpan asked Bai Tan to find Master Zhike and planned to stay on the mountain for another night.

But not long after Bai Tan went out, another set of footsteps sounded in her ears.

Song Yunpan was reading a Buddhist scripture when he heard the movement and subconsciously raised his head. He was about to ask Bai Tan why he left and came back, but when he saw the person clearly, his breathing suddenly stopped.

She stared blankly at the man striding towards her with a sullen face. The falling snow on his body began to turn into water and drip down his cloak after encountering the heat in the palace. His tall and tall figure looked more resolute and cold.

Song Yunpan stood up in panic, stepped back unconsciously, and twitched the corners of his mouth stiffly, "Two, two...Second cousin, didn't you go home? What, what..."

Su Heng untied his cloak and said calmly, as if discussing the weather, "It was supposed to be home, but someone fooled me... I ran such a long way and almost froze to death on the road...

Do you think this person is hateful or not?"

Song Yunpan's lips trembled twice, and he forced himself to defend, "I, I didn't agree to go back with you, it's you -" Seeing Su Heng approaching step by step, Song Yunpan was instantly frightened by the strong sense of oppression.

I had to be silent.

"So?" Su Heng trapped her between himself and the wall, lowered his head and asked slowly, "You have always given up, are you still reasonable?"

Song Yunpan looked at him dumbfounded.

The girl's pink and tender lips are barely open, making people want to bite them.

She finally reacted, her face turned red immediately, and she defended incoherently, "I, I'm not, I didn't... don't talk nonsense..."

"Am I talking nonsense?" Su Heng looked down at her condescendingly and asked with raised eyebrows, "Were you not the one who committed the murder under the pretext of drinking that day? Were you not the one who suddenly jumped on me and kissed me forcefully?"

Song Yunpan was ashamed and ashamed, and almost cried, "It's...it's me...but I didn't mean it, I was drunk at the time..."

Su Heng had no intention of letting her go. He took another step forward, forcing Song Yunpan to almost press against the wall. "What do you mean, are you not planning to take responsibility?"

Song Yunpan was about to cry without tears, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, "But you, didn't you come back with a kiss in the end..."

Su Heng raised her eyebrows coldly, "What else? If you forcefully kiss me, don't I want to lose face?"

Song Yunpan clung to the wall, showing a smile that was uglier than crying, and stammered, "What I want... what I want... is that I shouldn't offend you, but you... you are back, so let's just

Let’s settle things, okay?”

"Song Yunpan." Su Heng finally put away the joking expression on his face. He supported the wall behind Song Yunpan and looked at her seriously, "Am I some kind of scourge? You dislike me so much and insist on following me.

Draw a clear line?" As he has grown up, he has never had other people like him and chase him. He has never had this kind of experience - he is doing his best to be nice to a person, but the other person just wants to avoid him.

Even if it is far away...he will also feel very frustrated.

Song Yunpan felt bitter in her heart... She was silent for a while, then lowered her eyes and shook her head, "It's not you."

In the inner room, the flickering candlelight reflected the picturesque eyebrows of the two people. The man was pure and handsome, and the woman had a celestial appearance. If the atmosphere was not right at this time, it would have been as beautiful as a scroll.

Su Heng didn't move or speak, just waiting for her to continue.

"It's me...I'm not good enough for you." Song Yunpan took a deep breath, raised his head, and tried his best to show a light smile, "Actually, you know, I'm very stupid...even if I know you

——You only do these things because of guilt... Maybe, maybe you feel pity for me, but I still feel very troubled." She bit her lip, "So let's not do this again..."

There was still a faint smile on her face, but she couldn't hide the loneliness in her eyes, but she thought that others couldn't see it, so she continued to think about herself, "Actually, I have thought a lot during this time... I, I don't want to get married.

People..." Realizing that Su Heng's eyes were still looking at her rightly, she lowered her head, "I'm from a bad background, I'm not smart, and now, my reputation is not good... No one will sincerely

Whoever is willing to marry me...I have already thought about it. After the Chinese New Year, I will tell my grandmother that I want to become a monk——"

"You have thought so much, but it seems that you have never thought about what I think." Su Heng interrupted coldly.

Song Yunpan pursed her lips, "You..."

"A lot of things have indeed happened during these days, so much that even I had no time to settle my own thoughts. But there is one thing I am sure of."

Song Yunpan raised his head blankly.

He looked at her steadily and said word by word, "That night... I really wanted to kill Su Cong."

Even now, whenever he thought of Song Yunpan being pinned down by Su Cong, with his clothes in messy clothes and tears streaming down his face, he still wished he could kill him!

Song Yunpan's tears suddenly welled up in his eyes.

Su Heng stretched out his hand to brush away her broken hair and said in a deep voice, "I am responsible for you, not because of guilt or pity, but because - I want to take this responsibility." He paused, "Just like that night...

...The effectiveness of the fragrance is not enough to make me lose my mind. I kiss you just because I want to kiss you." He gently wiped away the tears on her face with his thumb pads and asked in a low voice, "Even so,
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