Chapter 339: Night Charms Depend on Each Other Fourteen
Feng Ruohen listened quietly, with doubts in her mind. She quickly said, "You want to ask why you were with him again later, right?"
Speaking of this, the woman smiled mischievously and put on an aggrieved face, "Let me tell you, he took me home!"
"..." The man's covered face showed deep helplessness.
This is the detail that troubles him the most and where he struggles the most.
He has waited for so many years and built such a big net. He just wants to trap the person in his arms and keep her by his side. As for what to do, who cares? What does the world have to do with them?
But some people clearly don't belong to him, but he wants to have her smile and everything about her.
So the same question kept haunting him over and over in his mind.
He picked up her hand, hesitated for a moment and wrote slowly: Do you... hate him?
Finally asked.
If she says she hates him, will he let her go?
It seemed that he had pushed her into a corner, and this mess that no one could clean up, and the chaotic world, was all caused by him.
But he... for the first time, wanted to escape.
A question was written on the palm of her hand, and the woman pondered. Her soft and beautiful face seemed to be covered by a dark cloud.
It was as if there were some bad memories that put her in trouble, and between her frowning eyebrows, there was a ditch that was difficult to fill.
The sky was completely dark, the rain was gradually decreasing, and a dead silence fell between the two of them.
He waited for a long time but didn't get an answer. He thought with some sadness that it must be hate...
"I don't hate him." When Qin'er started to speak again, her tone was very light, as if she was thinking about something. She chuckled and said calmly, "Because I can't hate him..."
Although everything Feng Ruohen did was not what she wanted, he may have never hurt herself.
Whenever she was in danger or around him, she was carefully protected by him.
Such a person cannot be hated...
After saying that, she leaned against the man's broad chest again and let out a long, deep breath. That gesture was more like a comfort.
He grabbed the piece of clothing with both hands and held it tight, not wanting to let go.
The woman added, "It's just that there are too many things between us that are difficult to let go of. He has more important things to do now, and only he can do those things."