"Uncle Han was not killed by dad!" Nangong Minglu said slowly, cold sweat slowly flowing down her forehead.
"He admitted it himself. He said he was sorry for my father!" His lips were pale and his back was stiff.
He will never forget Rong Baichuan's regretful look!
So what if you regret it?
Can you erase the mistakes you have made if you regret them?
"On the day Uncle Han had a car accident, he was drunk, and his father was with him...but his father didn't send him home...My father regretted it very much. He always resented himself. Why didn't he send Uncle Han home that day...what he said
When I say regret, it’s just guilt. Dad didn’t kill Uncle Han on purpose!…Uncle Han was his best friend, how could he kill him?”
Because of the pain, Nangong Minglu's face became paler and paler, and she spoke intermittently.
Han Xiyan was stunned.
Nangong Minglu pushed him away, staggered back to the hall, picked up the recorder from the ground, and pressed the play button.
"...That day, Xiaoyan's mother was diagnosed with gastric cancer. Your Uncle Han was in a bad mood. He asked me to go drinking together..."
"... He was very drunk. I wanted to see him off, but he refused. He got into the car forcefully and closed the door. At that moment, I saw the tears in his eyes. I thought, he must not miss me.
When you see him crying, let him go..."
"...The car just drove out of the parking lot when there was a car accident..."
"...I watched my best friend die in my arms...
"...If I insist on sending him away, he won't die..."
"...Since your Uncle Han died, I have been blaming myself all the time. I have never been truly happy..."
"...Xiaoyan's mother, knowing that she would die soon, begged me to marry her and make me Xiaoyan's real father. In this way, if she left, Xiaoyan would not be alone..."
"...Xiao Lu, I never knew you hated Xiao Yan so much. I always thought I gave him the best of everything..., I'm sorry for him..."
…
Rong Baichuan's painful voice was speaking slowly and deeply.
All Han Xiyan's thoughts seemed to be drained away, and Rong Baichuan's deep and hoarse voice seemed to come from outside, so illusory and unreal.
Could it be that this is the truth of the matter?
Is Rong Baichuan ready to accept his punishment just for this reason?
"...If this is false..." It was as if something was blocking his throat, preventing him from even finishing a sentence.
"You have lived with your father since you were a child. Can't you see clearly his principles of life, his character and temperament, and what kind of person he is?"
Nangong Minglu saw the hesitation in Han Xiyan's eyes, and hope ignited in her eyes.
"Let's go see dad! Let him tell you clearly in person!" Nangong Minglu looked at Han Xiyan hopefully, her eyes so bright.
She grabbed his hand.
His palms were cold.
Her palms were wet with cold sweat.
"Go to the hospital first!" He sat in the car, catching a glimpse of the injury on her arm, and his heart throbbed again and again.
"Go see daddy!" She pursed her lips and said stubbornly.
"Let's buy you some clothes first, and then go to the hospital to treat the injury on your arm!" Han Xiyan started the car, his tone no longer in a discussion tone.
Nangong Minglu reluctantly acquiesced.
No matter how anxious she was to rescue her father from there, she had to change her clothes first.
During this time, she had been holding on to her clothes with her uninjured hand.
Thinking of the madness in which she had just lost her mind, Nangong Minglu blushed in embarrassment.
Han Xiyan looked at the road ahead without squinting, pretending not to see anything at all.
The car kept driving fast and entered a commercial street.
Nangong Minglu looked at the shops on both sides of the road in surprise. She couldn't believe that in such a modern city, there were such ancient buildings and such quaint shops.
The speed of the car started to slow down.
Nangong Minglu opened her eyes wide and couldn't believe what she saw.
She has never been here before, but everything in front of her is so familiar.
Like...
Just like when she was seven years old, she was walking with her mother on the streets of an ancient town in Yunnan...
The quaint shop also has such a dark red antique tone, and also has such a window...
Everything seemed like time had reversed. She seemed to have returned to the time when she was seven years old, back to the streets of that ancient Yunnan town...
