She bit her lip, trembling, and tried her best to endure it. Although she was in pain and wanted to scream, and even though she was so humiliated that she wanted to die immediately, she did nothing. She just stood stubbornly stiff and endured until she was bloody.
The breath filled her mouth, and she didn't move.
Han Xiyan looked at her contemptuously, admiring her expression of shame, paleness, collapse, and almost death. However, he inadvertently touched a scar above his heart. He seemed to remember something, and took his hand away as if he was electrocuted, and asked her,
"What's this?"
Her whole body was cold and trembling, and she answered mechanically as if she had lost her mind: "Scar!"
He looked at her in surprise.
impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
How could this be?
He froze there...
Time seems to have frozen...
…
Waiting... made her feel more suffocated than insulted.
Because she didn't think he would let her go.
She will never forget Han Xiyan's eyes full of hatred when he looked at her. He wanted to destroy her in an instant and tear her to pieces.
Now, he finally had the opportunity he had been dreaming of, how could he give up?
She took a deep breath, grabbed the skirts on both sides, and violently tore the clothes apart. The star-shaped crystal buttons scattered on the ground, making a crisp and pleasant sound. The white tight-fitting tank top covered her white chest.
She looked at him with cold and determined eyes, "Don't you always want to destroy me? As long as you let dad go, I will let you do whatever you want!"
Han Xiyan ignored her words, he just stared at her chest closely.
There, directly above the heart, a pink scar as long as an index finger was clearly printed on the crystal white skin, which was particularly dazzling.
"How did you get the scar on your chest?" Han Xiyan's handsome and arrogant face suddenly lost all color, and there was a look of horror in his eyes.
"When I was seven years old, I was stabbed with a knife!" Nangong Minglu replied dully.
Even though she was wearing a halter top, the feeling of humiliation still surrounded her tightly from all sides. Her whole body was stiff and cold, her lips were pale, and her fingers were as stiff as ice cubes.
"When you were seven years old?" Han Xiyan repeated in a murmur, watching Nangong Minglu take a few steps back in disbelief.
"Why? Why were you stabbed?" Han Xiyan's face showed a mixture of anticipation and fear. His eyes suddenly brightened. He was waiting to hear the answer, but was afraid of hearing the answer.
"Han Xiyan! What on earth do you want to do?" Nangong Minglu clutched the hem of her clothes to protect herself, tears of humiliation began to well up in her eyes.
"Answer me! Why were you stabbed?" Han Xiyan asked sharply.
"Because I saw a bad guy stabbing an aunt with a knife. I stopped him and was stabbed by him!" Nangong Minglu said stiffly, her tone cold as if she was telling someone else's story.
What happened when she was seven years old was so far away. She didn't understand why Han Xiyan was so nervous to ask about the origin of the scar on her chest.
"Where? Where were you stabbed?" Han Xiyan's face turned even paler, and his hands and feet suddenly became cold, as if the coldest chill in the world rushed from the soles of his feet into his heart instantly.
"Yunnan!"
Nangong Minglu will never forget that place. When she was seven years old, she almost lost her life in the beautiful ancient town of Yunnan.
impossible!
how could this be!
He doesn't believe it!
Han Xiyan shouted in his heart.
Nangong Minglu was so shocked that he took a few steps back.
There was madness in his eyes that frightened her again!
He suddenly remembered something and rushed to her side, clamped her jaw hard, raised her face, forced her to look directly at him, and asked sternly: "You are lying to me, aren't you? It's the Ling Haotian Cult." Is that right? He asked you to lie to me like this because he knew that this was the only way to impress me. So, he told you this and asked you to lie to me, right? "
"Han Xiyan, are you crazy?"
Hearing Han Xiyan say Ling Haotian's name, Nangong Minglu's heart felt as if she had been stung by a wasp, and the pain continued! She forcefully knocked off his hand that was clamping her jaw, and tears fell instantly, " Ling Haotian! What will he teach me? Isn’t he your friend? Isn’t letting him get close to me a plot to take revenge on me? "
The person she fell in love with for the first time was a liar, and he deceived her heart...
Nangong Minglu seemed to have fallen into the devil's ice cave in an instant, and fell into a world without warmth.
yes!
Ling Haotian would not do this!
How could he let Nangong Minglu come here and bear his insult?
If it was just a lie, how could there be scars on Nangong Minglu's chest?
Han Xiyan staggered back a few steps, his face turning from pale to livid.
He stared at Nangong Minglu in disbelief.
I can't believe that fate played such a big joke on him...
Nangong Minglu looked at Han Xiyan desperately, "Han Xiyan, I know I owe you a lot, but I have paid it back for a long time and it has been so hard. Why can't you forgive me? If I have to, I will be in pain, very, very painful, Only then can I relieve the hatred in your heart, and I am willing to fulfill your wish!"
Nangong Minglu suddenly turned around and rushed towards the kitchen. Her speed was so fast that Han Xiyan had no time to react.
By the time Han Xiyan chased after him, it was already too late.
She turned on the natural gas, and the faint blue flames flew very high...
She stretched her white wrist into the blue firelight...
"You're crazy!" Han Xiyan roared, pulling her into his arms and turning off the gas.
When she looked back, her arms were already burned red and swollen.
She frowned in pain and bit her lip tightly. Cold sweat had soaked her whole body.
She looked up at Han Xiyan, her face was pale, and her delicate body could not stop trembling in Han Xiyan's arms.
Han Xiyan's heart suddenly felt unbearable pain. He looked at her burned arm helplessly, his whole body stiff, "You...why are you so stupid!"
"Are you satisfied with this? Are you happy? Can you let dad go?" Nangong Minglu looked at him intently, her eyes bright and full of longing, like the stars in the dark night.
Han Xiyan fell silent.
So what if it's her?
Even if it's her, so what?
Just because she once saved her mother's life, can she not avenge her father's murder and let Rong Baichuan go for her?
However, if she didn't let Rong Baichuan go, she would definitely hate him.
Hate him forever!
Hate him forever!
He has been looking for her for a long time.
She is the only warmth he has left in this world.
However, between revenge and her, he can only choose one...
He was silent!
A long silence.
He was struggling inside.
A painful struggle.
He doesn't want to give up either on revenge or her...
