"Yuan, don't be angry, I regret saying that." Yu Wenhao frowned, his face full of annoyance.
Yuan Qingling sat down on the chair in front of the corridor. There was a chandelier twenty paces away in front of the corridor. The dim light illuminated his face, which made him soft and handsome. Even the scar from his eyebrow bone to his ear became noticeably softer.
She looked at him with quiet eyes, "I'm not angry anymore, really."
He stared at her face. She was lifeless, quiet and solemn, with cold eyebrows. The outline of her face was surrounded by soft light, giving people an illusive feeling.
The corners of her lips curved slightly, and she tried hard to smile, but this smile was also very lonely.
Seeing her like this, his heart suddenly hurt.
"I'm really not angry anymore," she stroked his face, her fingertips spread across his scars, rubbed it gently, and said softly: "I just don't understand some things, it's some ridiculous principles.
, but this does not prevent me from loving you."
His heart was hit hard by something.
He quickly raised his head to look at her. There was something in his eyes that was as full as a tide. His lips trembled slightly, "You...what did you say?"
Yuan Qingling looked at him with a smile, sighed softly, her voice was so soft that it was almost dripping with tears, "Yes, it seems that I have never said that I love you."
He looked at her, and instantly she was swept into his arms, wrapped in his breath, his lips imprinted on her hair, and he looked for her lips again.
His entire body was like a rapidly ignited flame that was about to burn both of them.
After a long time, he sighed, hugged her tightly, gently stroked her back with his hands, and said as firmly and without regrets as if he had made a vow: "I love you, and I will only hold your hand in this life. I will never do it again."
There are other people. If one day, I, Yu Wenhao, let you down, Yuan Qingling, I will be cast into purgatory forever and never see the light of day."
Yuan Qingling turned her face in his arms, slowly broke away, put her hands on his chest, and said with a smile and tears: "If this is the case, I will definitely accompany you in hell. Since you failed me,
One day, I was in hell."
"No, this day will not happen." He stared at the pretty red face in front of him, sighing leisurely in his heart. Who would have thought that this face that he once hated the most would become the face that haunts him in life and death.
A face that you can’t let go of?
Yuan Qingling also had the same sigh in her heart. When she first traveled through time, this man was a savage beast and a devil. But who would have thought that one day, she would be willing to give birth to children for him and take care of the family? She just wanted to guard him every day.
Her research, her principles, everything about her, she once insisted on so hard that in the end there was no room for compromise.
At one end of the corridor, Aunt Xi stood leaning against a column and sighed softly.
The lights are just right tonight, the stars and moon are just right tonight, and the atmosphere tonight is just right.
She was very lonely tonight.
Once upon a time, she also had that kind of love.
But she hesitated to move forward, had low self-esteem, and did not give her full trust.
She is afraid of being let down, afraid of being betrayed, afraid of losing, so she would rather not have it from the beginning.
So, she failed him from the beginning.
It's really not worth it, she doesn't deserve it.
If she had had such desperate courage and such firm confidence back then, perhaps she would not have lived such a lonely life.
Before tonight, although she had regretted it, she still believed that her choice was right.
Because once the beauty is destroyed by reality, it will be beyond recognition.
However, in this quiet old age, looking back on the past, I feel that I never gave him or her a chance.
She had always been afraid of losing him. In fact, she had already lost him the year she rejected him.