Xia Qingge's eyes fell on the hand he held out to her, a beautiful, slender hand with well-defined joints. It was these hands that once led her to escape from a suffocating banquet, and also took her through many places and made many things.
She remembered many happy, unhappy, sad, and happy things. She found that having a good memory was also a hurtful thing. Every moment he and she were together, she only needed one action, one detail, and she could remember it.
Can remember it very clearly.
It was like playing a movie in her mind, over and over again, even things she swore to forget and never think of again, she still remembered them clearly. This was really a painful thing that made people shed tears.
She thought that if she forced herself not to think or recall, she would never remember it, but it turned out that she was just deceiving herself!
Once, his big hand wrapped her cold little hand, which warmed not only her hands and her body, but also her heart, which gradually became numb and warmed!
She was stunned for a moment, her eyes passed through the slender and beautiful hand in front of her, and she didn't know where it landed. Maybe she was recalling something, maybe she thought of something. Du Yuochen's face turned a little cold, and he looked straight at it.
Her face was in a daze, and her hand hanging in mid-air just stayed there alone, unable to hold the person she wanted to hold, and unable to warm her heart.
"Come down!" He spoke again, as if he was afraid that she would ignore his presence, this time his tone was more strict.
Xia Qingge looked at the handsome man in front of her as if she was awake in a dream, and a sense of evil arose spontaneously. This man behaved so calmly at all times, even when he aborted her child, he could calmly deal with it.
She said the cruelest words. She suddenly wanted to know what could make him lose his cool and abandon his cold mask.
Thinking that he ordered the death of her child, she wished she could grow two fangs, bite his neck hard, and kill him in one bite. Tiger venom doesn't even eat its seeds, how could he do that?
Cruel, so unfeeling, it didn't even leave her any hope of living, and even the slightest bit of courage to continue was wiped out.
A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Xia Qingge's mouth, which made Du Liaochen panic. The smile was too false, even with a certain meaning of determination. Du Liaochen suddenly felt fear for no reason, as if something bad was going to happen.
Good thing.
In fact, this was indeed the case. Xia Qingge slowly stood up in front of him. She was standing on an 80 centimeter-high balcony, but the width could only accommodate a pair of shoes. Her bedroom was on the second floor, and there was a large area below.
The sea of flowers is in full bloom. They are so colorful that when the wind blows, the entire villa can smell a faint fragrance.
Even now, there is a refreshing fragrance that hits your nose from time to time.
Du Yuochen seemed to realize what she was going to do, and her whole heart sank, sinking, but she didn't look at his panicked, livid face, as if he was living in his own world, one foot had already been taken out, trembling
She was walking tremblingly in that frightening place. Halfway there, she suddenly put her feet together and turned her body around, facing Du Yuochen, with her toes exposed.
The place was too narrow. She was wearing a white chiffon skirt, and the wind blew in from behind her. Her white skirt was fluttering, and she stood high like a butterfly about to fly.
"Du Liaochen, look, I can fly." She spoke like a child, simple and clear, ignorant of the world. Maybe she really wanted to fly, Du Liaochen saw it in her eyes.
The desire to fly.
This realization made him even more panicked: "Xia Qingge?" He called her name in a panic and tried to grab her body, but she stubbornly avoided it, causing her body to lose balance and shake.
Shaky.
Du Liaochen's heart seemed to jump into his throat: "Xia Qingge" his tone was a little darker, but the panic was still vaguely audible. Maybe it was because the weather was getting hotter, or the air conditioner in the room was turned on.
When it was too big, Shazinger discovered that the forehead of the man standing low was covered with beads of sweat. Because she was standing high, she could clearly see it from this angle.
It must be too hot, it must be, Shazinger could only use this reason to convince himself.
She suddenly closed her eyes, and Du Jiaochen thought she was really going to jump from here, because her body had leaned back slightly and her hands were open.
"No..." Du Jiaochen's panicked voice came, but the next second, Xia Qingge's ethereal voice came.
"Do you think I want to die?" She opened her eyes. She did think so at that second. As long as she closed her eyes and jumped from here, she would be free and everything would be over. However, death is also necessary.
Courageous, but she didn't have the courage. At that second, he thought she would really jump, thinking she would leave him with the determination to die.
"No, I won't die until I see you get retribution. You have killed so many people, even your own children. You will get retribution." But why,
When I say you will get retribution, my heart hurts so much. My heart also hurts.
Am I still... No, no, Xia Qingge, you can't, no, why are you still thinking about the murderer of your child, no, you should hate him, hate him, you should be happy that he got his comeuppance.
, should be happy! Yes, happy!
Du Liaochen's eyes suddenly tightened, and the pain in his heart spread inch by inch. He looked intently at the woman who smiled sweetly and said hate to him. Her eyes were no longer the gentle, loving, and loving ones of the past.
She would blush with embarrassment just by looking at him. She would never have said such mean words before, it was him who forced her to be like this!
He deserves to die, he was the one who forced that innocent, kind and shy girl to become like this. Isn't this retribution for him?
"Shen Yake, what will happen?" she asked, looking at him faintly.
He didn't speak, and just looked back at her quietly, his sad black eyes almost swallowing her up.
"Shen Yake, what will happen?" She continued to speak without giving up, her voice sounded much louder, but also trembling. When she didn't get a response from him, she closed her eyes and opened them suddenly, as if she was no longer obsessed with this topic.
, turned around with difficulty, turned his back to Du Caochen, pointed to the dark area outside the window, as cheerful as a bird.
Du Liaochen was so frightened that he almost screamed.
"Look, it's so beautiful outside. There's the swing there, there's the lawn, there's..." She suddenly pointed downstairs, and turned back to look at Du Caochen in confusion: "What's there, I don't remember.
No, I'll fly down and have a look." As she said that, she leaned forward, as if she really wanted to fly down and have a look. Du Jiechen felt that his blood was rising for a moment.
"It's a sea of flowers, a whole sea of flowers." He almost yelled, looking at her back in compromise: "Xia Qingge, he's okay, I promise he's okay." He looked at the slender figure in front of him and just said At that moment, he was so sure and convinced that he could not lose her, nor could he be separated from her, let alone lose her.
Even though she used such decisive methods to force him to compromise and force him to save that man, even though she knew that she was doing this for that man and regardless of her own safety, he still compromised. Yes, he couldn't not compromise. , because he also knew that if he really killed Shen Yake, she would never forgive him in her life, nor would she forgive herself. Perhaps, she would really jump from this place out of guilt.
In fact, he was not so cruel. When he knew that the child was indeed him, and when he was sure that there was indeed no such relationship between them, his hostility towards Shen Yake seemed to be less obvious, and it seemed that he was no longer able to do what he wanted.
He couldn't care about Shen Yake at all. All he could think about was her and the child. When the child was lost, he also suffered, struggled, and regretted it. But if it was lost, it was lost. What else could he do? What to do? The only thing he could think of was to let the mother, whose child he had hurt with his own hands, live well. She was the only thing that filled his heart and mind.
No matter what else, I can no longer put it in or put it in my heart. People always have to have something to fill the emptiness, to fill the hurt, or even to fill the love. This is the case for everyone. No matter you are No matter who you are, a lofty leader or a humble person who is not worth mentioning, once you take it seriously, once you care, then you just care!
If you care, you care. If you care, you care. You don’t need to think about anything else. You just have feelings for her and have an inseparable love. There is no need to say anything else!
His roar made her stunned for a moment, and she squatted down in despair and began to cry. Her cry was not loud and intermittent, but it was like a sledgehammer, hitting him hard. In my heart.
While she was crying and sobbing, she was asking and saying: "Du Caochen, why are we like this? Why? Doesn't it mean that loving someone is happiness? Why have I never been as desperate as I am now? I Have you done anything wrong? Why are you doing this to me? Just when I thought I would be happy and sweet, you strangled me alive. My heart hurts more than if I jumped here and was shattered to pieces! Why? Why, why why……"
Every word she asked about why hit his heart, making him breathless and out of breath. Faced with her hysterical questioning, he didn't even have a word to respond to, even if it was just a small explanation. He felt that at this moment She is so pale and helpless that no amount of explanation can replace what she has lost, and no amount of explanation can make up for the hurt she has suffered in her heart.
That kind of hurt is deep-rooted, deep into the bone marrow. Even if you forget your own voice, forget your own name, forget everything, you can't forget that, the hurt that goes deep into the bone marrow. You can't forget it, you can't forget it!
§§Chapter 116: Unexpected incident, misunderstanding. He was silenced by her questioning, and even more speechless. He didn't know what to say to her at this moment to make her stop crying and stop being sad.
Because no matter what he says now, it seems that she will not stop, and he also feels that no matter what he says, it is all wrong, all wrong, completely wrong!
So he didn't say any tender words or talk about love. He just pretended to be calm and said something that felt extremely distressed.
"It's windy up there, come down!" She didn't know what kind of mood he was in when he said this to her, whether he was helpless, frustrated or reluctant to endure it. She only knew that when he said this
When there were no words of any tenderness, her heart seemed to have been hit so hard that she winced in pain.
The god-like figure who was always aloof had never been so groveling. But when he made unlimited compromises and humbled her, how could she still feel distressed? Yes, she really felt distressed...
She raised her hazy tearful eyes and looked at him for a moment, only to find that there was such deep affection and guilt in his eyes that she couldn't bear to look directly. At that moment, her heart was as broken as glass.
Like!
She didn't realize that his left hand had been hanging in the air, hanging alone. Maybe it had been stretched out from the beginning. When he told her for the first time, maybe he had been waiting for her to hold his hand.
Hand it to him.
But, Du Qiaochen, so many things have happened, how can you let me pass my hand to your palm with peace of mind, how do you want me to pass it over, I can't forget those hurts, just like I still can't forget you, but these are just
Like cancerous tumors, they torture me every moment, all the time, leaving me riddled with holes and leaving no trace of my body!
How do you want me to hold your hand again, how do you want me to face it? Do you want me to pretend that nothing has happened, that I have never been in pain, or that I have never been desperate? But, Du Yuochen, we once had a child.
And that child is dead, dead...
And my heart also went and died. When I lost my child, on the operating table, you said it yourself, when you don’t love me, you are already dead, completely dead, and maybe you will never be like me again.
It's so vivid before, because now I'm so tired, I really want to lie down and sleep all the time, so that I don't need to see you anymore, and I don't have to suffer like this. Maybe
Enough.
It would be nice to be able to sleep all the time, don’t you think, Du Jiaochen?
She hesitated, clenching her hands so tightly that she refused to take a step closer to his outstretched hand. They were in a stalemate, and time seemed to have lost its original meaning. They were still and silent, their eyes facing each other, and their eyes were filled with emotion.
It's pain and struggle, and it seems like they are desperately trying to convince themselves of something, and they also seem to be violently colliding with their own turbulent hearts, and they are calm on the surface but turbulent on the inside.
It’s not that we don’t love each other, but we can’t love each other because once we have passed, we will really miss it.
He saw clearly the alienation and rejection in her eyes, and even more so, her determination, as if this time, if he didn't hold her hand, he would lose her forever.
So he didn't give himself any hesitation, nor did he give her any chance to hesitate. He reached out suddenly and held her hand in his palm, then leaned forward, hugged her soft body, and carried her off the balcony.
But he didn't let go of her body. She was a little annoyed by his rogue and domineering behavior, because his arms gradually tightened, almost breaking her. She struggled to leave his arms, but he pressed harder, a pair of
Ru Shui's eyes were full of stubbornness.
She slapped his chest with both hands, once and for all, mercilessly. Her strength was not strong, and it hurt whether it hit him or not. But Du Yuochen couldn't bear to see her continue, because her hands were already red and red.
The swelling hit him one after another as if it was venting, and he was not even aware of the pain of his own injury.
"Okay, okay, you're tired of fighting, you've had enough trouble, why don't you just be honest for a while?" He let go of her body as he said it, but held her hands tightly in his palms with both hands.
Wrapped up, not giving her the slightest chance to pull away, even though she is still struggling desperately, fighting stubbornly against his clasping palms.
"Why are your hands so cold?" He looked extremely surprised, his face was calm, and there was no unnecessary expression on his angular face, but what he said was words that no one could refuse: "Don't let your hands get so cold next time.
Everything is mine, and you are not allowed to climb that high without my orders!"
Du Liaochen is still Du Liaochen. His innate kingly aura and domineering nature cannot be changed by anything or anyone. He is destined by nature, no matter what circumstances he is in.
Xia Qingge was led by him and followed his steps step by step. She didn't speak, and most of her face was covered by her soft long hair. She let him lead her without saying a word, lifeless. She just now
At least she can still talk, cry, and resist. Perhaps her anger has just been exhausted, and now she has returned to her silent, silent and cold expression.
Her lifeless face suddenly made Du Qiaochen feel very angry, but he couldn't vent it and had nowhere to resolve it. In the end, he could only endure it. He was afraid that if he got angry, he would be frightened.
to her.
He sat on the edge of the bed, but she stood, their hands still holding each other's hands. It was just that it was supposed to be the most warm and beautiful scene, but now it seemed so uncomfortable.
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