Nangong Minglu gave Han Xiyan those photos of her parents that Han Xiyan had dreamed of taking.
——She knew that Han Xiyan would definitely come today, so she specially brought the photo with her.
Han Xiyan took the photos and couldn't restrain his emotions. He flipped through them one by one. His usually cold eyes were replaced by surging emotions.
He was so happy at that time!
…
After a while, Han Xiyan calmed down, carefully put away the photos, looked at Nangong Minglu and said coldly: "I haven't found out what happened that time. Someone made an anonymous call to the newspaper... But I must
The truth will be found out!”
"I swear! What happened that time was definitely not done by me! I will definitely admit what I did!" Nangong Minglu looked into Han Xiyan's eyes and said seriously: "As for the things I did when I was young, I
I'm really sorry and regretful! I often think that if I didn't hate you so much and reject you at that time, maybe I wouldn't have to leave my hometown with my mother, and leave my father and brother..."
"What is this?" Han Xiyan interrupted Nangong Minglu coldly, "Repent?"
"Second brother! I just want to say that I really feel sorry for you for everything that happened in the past!" Nangong Minglu said anxiously.
"Shut up! Don't call me second brother! You don't deserve it!" Han Xiyan got angry!
He suddenly pulled off the buttons on his shirt, revealing his left chest. On his perfect chest, there was a scar the size of a palm, which ruined the overall beauty and made him look a bit ferocious.
Han Xiyan grabbed Nangong Minglu's hand fiercely and pressed her hand on the scar. Strong hatred swirled in his cold eyes, "Do you still remember how this scar came about? Tell me.
You were thirsty and asked me to pour you some water, but you poured the whole cup of boiling water on me... My mother hugged me and cried the whole night... Everything, I'm sorry, you
Do you just want to end them?"
Nangong Minglu was frightened by Han Xiyan's madness.
The Han Xiyan in her eyes was gloomy and calm. She had never seen Han Xiyan so out of control.
The scar on his chest made Nangong Minglu feel a strong sense of guilt.
She, Nangong Minglu, was such a cruel person!
Nangong Minglu pulled her hand back in panic, but Han Xiyan held it tightly and refused to let go.
