She took a deep breath and tried her best to persuade herself to calm down, to calm down... However, under Han Murphy's devilish eyes, she couldn't do it, and her mind was in chaos.
"Tell me, what exactly did you hear? It's better to tell it yourself than to have me find out." Han Murphy seemed to be giving her an ultimatum.
"Murphy, I really didn't hear anything. If I had to tell you, I only heard an incoherent sentence of 'should be ok.'"
After she said everything, she suddenly felt relaxed all over, and she could even breathe much easier.
Han Murphy took back his hand and said softly: "Su Xiaoxiao, don't lie to me. Forget what you just said, otherwise, even if I mean something to you, I won't be merciful."
She looked at Han Murphy in front of her in surprise. She couldn't believe that this was the man who had been so affectionate to her in recent days.
It wasn't until this moment that she realized that she had never been able to see through his thoughts and never really entered his heart.
What we even know about him is just the tip of the iceberg.
Thinking of the sweet days of the past week, her heart began to tremble violently.
Why did he bring her here?
Is it to let her taste the joy of heaven first, and then push her to hell?
Yes, it must be like this. Only in this way will she feel more pain and heartbreak!
Only when she is in so much pain that Han Murphy's desire for revenge will sublimate.
It turned out that she was wrong.
Han Murphy has never loved her, not even a little bit like her.
Everything is for revenge, for hatred...
The sweet time in the past passed by as ruthlessly as running water before her eyes.
The pain and torture of the past became increasingly clear in her memory.
Love and hate were like two strong men pulling at her soul and tearing it apart.
She wanted to struggle and calm down, but her heart was gradually heading towards despair.
In an instant, the defense line of reason completely collapsed, and she no longer had the strength to stop the tears from pouring out...
Seeing Xiaoxiao crying, Han Murphy's heart trembled slightly, and he called softly: "Xiaoxiao."
Xiaoxiao seemed not to hear what he said and stood there motionless.
He quietly approached Xiaoxiao, cupped her cheek, and forced her to raise her head.
Tears poured out of her eyes one by one and fell on his palm: hot and cold. He frowned unconsciously and felt irritated.