Han Qingyi was stunned for a moment. Ning Tong'er had already stood up.
She looked at Han Qingyi, took a step back, and then said softly: "Brother Qingyi, you poisoned me and hypnotized me, didn't you?"
Han Qingyi said nothing.
Ning Tong'er looked at him and suddenly chuckled: "Actually, you have also thought that the worst result is that I die before Murong Lie, whom you hate the most, right?"
Han Qingyi still didn't speak.
Ning Tong'er lowered her eyes. Her hands were clenched tightly into fists hanging by her sides. Han Qingyi didn't speak. Neither did she.
It was so quiet between the two of them. It was almost suffocating. It was so quiet that the air seemed to freeze.
It was so quiet... you could hear each other's intense heartbeats.
Why don't you speak.
Is it because I have nothing to say anymore?
Ning Tong'er was silent for a while. Suddenly she whispered: "Zhang Ming was also killed by the people you sent. Wasn't he?"
Han Qingyi still didn't answer.
I don’t know how to answer. I still don’t need to answer.
Ning Tong'er didn't look at him. Instead, she laughed at herself: "I'm so stupid. I didn't think of it until now."
She closed her eyes and felt uncontrollable self-blame: "He wanted to save me when he was dying. But I actually believed that he was really suffering from mania. Let him die in front of me like this unjustly."
She chuckled continuously. Then she finally raised her eyes. Tears rolled in her eyes.
"Tell me. Do you have any regret or guilt?"
Han Qingyi stood there, motionless, and still didn't answer anything.
Ning Tong'er took a step forward. Wearing a white dress, she was so slender and light that she seemed to be blown away by the wind at any time.
"Tell me. Have you ever regretted anything you've done?"
Her question finally made Han Qingyi's eyes flicker.
He looked at her expressionlessly. The two of them were so close. So close. But only they knew... They were already so far apart.
Thousands of rivers and mountains lie between them. They are childhood sweethearts who can never go back.
He spoke slowly. There was still no expression on his elegant and jade-like face, not even a trace of apology or guilt.
"The weak eat the strong."
These four words were his answer.
He said it so calmly. So calmly. So reasonable.
That was his answer. He would never regret it. He would never feel guilty.
But...he can never give up on her.
But even if I say this to her now, she won't be surprised, let alone believe it.
So he would only keep this sentence in his heart and not say it out loud.
The sadness in Ning Tong'er's eyes was deeper. She looked at him as if she had never known him before. She also seemed to see farther, farther away. She saw Yu'er's brother in her previous life... Yu'er in her previous life, right? He looked at him with the same eyes, so sad, so melancholy.
The past and present lives are intertwined. Why do their paths repeat themselves again and again?
Sadly reincarnation. Can't escape. Can't refuse.
Fate has always played tricks on them. Even the seemingly powerful Han Qingyi and Murong Lie plus her, the three of them have always been at the mercy of fate.
They both died together in their previous life. So will this life end in tragedy?
Maybe. The current result is no better than a tragedy.
"This is the real you, right?" Ning Tong'er looked at him and said softly, "The real you. This is the first time I see you."
Han Qingyi looked at her without any expression. However, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his hands gradually clenched together.
"Brother Qingyi. This is the last time I call you brother Qingyi." Ning Tong'er looked at him and said softly, "This is also the last time you see Tong'er. From now on, you will never see Ning Tong'er again. This is the person."
Han Qingyi's expression finally changed.
Ning Tong'er then said: "Don't worry. I will find a way to rescue my father by myself. But I will never see Murong Lie again. The grudges between the three of us have long been unclear. Wrong. Whoever is more sorry is more sorry. I don’t want to forget it. From now on, everything will be treated as if the three of us don’t know each other.”
As she said that, she moved her steps to walk out.
In an instant, Han Qingyi reached out and grabbed her arm tightly.
Thin arms. So thin that you can easily touch her bones.
She has really not had an easy time these years.
Han Qingyi feels distressed and guilty... He will also feel guilty. But he can't look back. There is no way to look back.
What's more, I can't let go.
Can't let go. Can't let go. Although he doesn't remember the past life like Ning Tong'er, he just doesn't want to let go.
Ever since Ning Tong'er was so young, he has been waiting for her to grow up.
When she grew up, she was snatched away by other men using despicable means.
He is not willing to give in. He is not willing to give in.
Yes. He was despicable. He was cruel. He hurt her.
But, could all this be done of his own free will?
They, Murong Lie and Tong'er, never gave him a second way.
His happiness has been destroyed with one hand. It is impossible for him to bless them generously. It is impossible for him to agree.
In fact, he doesn't need anything. He can don't want anything. He can give up the countless reputations, high status, enviable status, and innate wealth...everything. .
He doesn't need anything but Tong'er.
He just wants to love someone. He wants to be with her. He just wants to take good care of her.
But they didn't even give him such a chance.
His obsession is too deep, but he just doesn't want to let go.
"Tong'er..."
Ning Tong'er didn't look back. She just whispered: "I'm sorry. From now on, I can't face you anymore. Please let go."
Han Qingyi suddenly hugged her. Ning Tong'er didn't struggle. But this silent indifference was even more heartbreaking.
Han Qingyi hugged her and suddenly put her on the bed.
He thought she would be scared.
He thought she would resist and struggle.
It would be great if that was the case. He would rather she be like this.
But no. She didn't struggle or resist. She was just pressed under him like this. Then she looked at him quietly. That look seemed like she had given up.
Han Qingyi took a breath. The corners of his eyes seemed to be burned by fire. They suddenly turned red.
No one could ever hurt him. No one. Nothing.
Only she can push him into the abyss easily without doing anything or saying anything.
"Tong'er..." He lowered his head, put his hand on her side, and looked at her almost in disbelief.
And Ning Tong'er just looked at him, quietly.
Those clear and sad eyes pierced his heart like a knife.
Han Qingyi suddenly punched the bed. Then he turned over and sat up on the bed.
He held his forehead with his hand and suddenly messed up his hair.
He is really out of his mind.
It has never been like this. It has always been...just for her.
"I'm sorry. I have to leave."
Ning Tong'er said softly. Her voice was soft and gentle. She also got off the bed gently and gently, and quietly arranged the clothes he had torn up. It was as if nothing happened.
It was like she didn't take anything to heart.
Such despair and indifference are more heartbreaking than anger.
She was the only one who could make Han Qingyi sad.
The hem of her white skirt was fluttering. She took two steps forward. Suddenly, her arm was grabbed by Han Qingyi from behind again.
Han Qingyi's voice was so tired and desperate.
"Tong'er, you will never forgive Brother Qingyi, right? You will never come back to Brother Qingyi, right?"
Ning Tong'er still didn't look back.
Her voice was very calm, very calm.
"From now on, there will be no more Tong'er and brother Qingyi."
she said.
Such heartless words made Han Qingyi's eyes turn red instantly.
"If I say that I am just trying to get you to come back to me... you won't forgive me either, right?"
Ning Tong'er didn't look back or answer him.
But her reaction was already an answer.
Han Qingyi was extremely sad and despairing.
"What if. What if I must force you to stay."
He has plenty of ways to keep her... keep her. At least this is what he can do.
Even if he doesn't want to. But he doesn't want to lose her again.
Even if he is just the one who keeps her, he will do this.
However, Ning Tong'er's words once again destroyed his last vestige of self-control.
"I don't hate you. But..." She closed her eyes gently and then opened them. Her clear eyes were filled with tears rolling down where Han Qingyi didn't see them. But he didn't know. "Don't do it again." Make me hate you."
This sentence made Han Qingyi feel extremely sad.
He has many, many things: wealth, fame, status... he can get them all at his fingertips.
It's just that he doesn't care. He only cares about one thing. However, what he cares about always hurts him the most.
Once again she didn't want him.
She hates him. Only hates him.
Han Qingyi's hand slowly let go. Ning Tong'er bit her lip and didn't raise her hand to wipe her tears because she didn't want Han Qingyi to see it.
Her back was turned to him. He couldn't see the tears in her eyes and face.
Han Qingyi's hand finally left her slender arm. She bit her lip and walked out without saying anything.
Han Qingyi stared at her back blankly.
That slender white back. The person he tried so hard to catch. The person he just wanted to stay by his side at all costs...
The person he had loved for so long and hated so deeply.
She didn't want him again. She left him again.
Han Qingyi seemed to be stunned. His heart was destroyed by her. So if someone came to assassinate him at this moment, it would be easy. Nothing could be easier or simpler.
Because at this moment, he had no power to fight back. It was as if someone had taken away his soul and his heart, and he was just an empty body.
Outside the door, Lan Ning crossed his arms with his chest. Because Han Qingyi was not there, he showed his unhappiness unscrupulously.