Chapter 398: I Don't Hate You II
She was sitting in the man's favorite spot on weekdays, holding in her hand her eighth birthday gift...a little rabbit carved from wood.
All around were things she had mentioned in her letters.
The dim candlelight made that petite silhouette look even more desolate.
Memories of the past burst into her mind continuously, surrounding her.
The woman was trapped in an endless spiral, unable to escape.
When did it start to go wrong? When did it start to go off track...
I sat numbly until late at night, my whole body being eroded by the cold air.
The attic door slowly opened...
After Feng Ruohen finished handling many matters, he asked where Helan Qin'er was, so he looked for her.
Hearing the sound of footsteps behind her, the woman recovered slightly from her grief.
The footsteps suddenly stopped behind him, and there was no more sound.
If you don't listen carefully, you may think you are still alone.
There was silence for a long time...
"Why don't you say anything when you're here?" Qin'er knelt down on the white cashmere blanket, staring blankly at the wooden rabbit in her hand.
The silence of despair...
Feng Ruohen was really used to silence.
He doesn’t explain or defend anything he does, and he doesn’t care whether others judge him right or wrong.
Qin'er knows this very well, so when he comes here tonight, he won't say anything.
"I think there is a question. Feng Yao must have asked you before..." Since he didn't speak, the woman could only pretend to talk to herself.
"Is imprisoning him four years ago out of selfish motives or for the sake of the entire country?"
Sometimes knowing each other too well is not a good thing.
"Actually, it doesn't matter whether we say it or not now." Qin'er's pale face forced out a faint smile.
The man behind her knelt down and spread his arms to wrap around her.
She didn't break away and continued to say calmly, "At least I tried..."
At least I didn't choose the most drastic way to end it at the beginning. After fighting for it, the dead took away the regret.
And we are left with endless pain and wounds that cannot be healed.
She didn't have the courage to turn around and look at him, so she just raised her hand to touch his sharp cheek.
As if comforting his injured heart, crystal liquid gushed out of his red eyes.
Then he said slowly, "I... don't hate you."
This chapter has been completed!