When Feng Haotian thought of this, he almost had a nervous breakdown. He was really going to have a nervous breakdown. Quiet, Quiet...
Quiet……
Do you hate me so much?
Anjing, do you hate me so much that you would rather die than be with me?
Anjing, do you hate me so much?
Quiet……
Xu Yan and Situ Xu on the side couldn't help but widen their eyes after listening to Ma Chen's words. They looked at Ma Chen in disbelief. Even when An Anjing couldn't bear it anymore, they never chose to commit suicide. Even An Anjing.
When I suffered from depression, I never chose to commit suicide.
But at this time, how could Anjing collapse and choose to commit suicide?
How could it be like this? How could it be like this?
Xu Yan was shocked, turned around, looked at Feng Haotian, and said word by word: "Feng Haotian, what did you do, what did you do to make her choose death?
Feng Haotian, what exactly did you do to her?"
The last sentence was shouted out by Xu Yan loudly, "Feng Haotian, what on earth did he do?"
What on earth did he do that would make An Jing so desperate that he choose to commit suicide? Feng Haotian, what did he do that would make An Jing become so desperate that he choose to commit suicide?
After listening to Xu Yan's words, Feng Haotian let Xu Yan roar angrily, looking very confused, and said: "I don't know, I don't know, I really don't know..."
After he brought her back, he was very good to her. He would compromise on everything and let her do everything by herself. He would never force her to do something she didn't like. He was really, really good to her.
But why, why, why would she rather die than be with him?
Why would he rather die than be with him?
Jing Jing, would she rather die than be with him?
Would you rather die than continue to be together?
When he thought of this, Feng Haotian held his head with both hands and grabbed his hair in great pain. The pain was extremely painful. It was really painful. Why, why, An Jing, An Jing, do you hate me so much?