It turns out that there are so many twists and turns...
Han Xiyan thought blankly for a long time before saying in a low voice: "Dad, please stop blaming yourself. This is everyone's fate that is destined by some unknown fate, and it is not your fault."
Rong Baichuan looked at Han Xiyan in astonishment. He couldn't believe that he forgave him so easily. He couldn't believe that Han Xiyan had changed so much after not seeing him for a few days.
Han Xiyan smiled bitterly and looked away from Rong Baichuan's stunned gaze.
yes!
This is all fate!
Many people fall out of love every day, and how many people choose to run away from home?
Many people are separated from their loved ones every day, and how many people suffer from depression and illness?
Every day, many people’s relatives become terminally ill, and how many people die while driving drunk?
These are all fates!
Character is destiny!
Their respective personalities determine today's results, and it's so unfair for Rong Baichuan to bear all the results alone!
"Dad! I have asked the lawyer to complete the formalities. Let's go home!" Han Xiyan held Rong Baichuan's hand.
He smiled.
very nice!
It seems that he can hold on to the little happiness that belongs to him again...
In the past days, the only person who could give him warmth and care could come back to him again!
very nice!
…
In the darkness, Xu Muyang watched with sinister eyes as Han Xiyan helped Rong Baichuan walk out of the detention center.
They all looked calm, chatting in low voices, with faint happy smiles on their lips that seemed far away from the hustle and bustle.
Xu Muyang stared with cold eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a big mocking smile - what a touching scene of a loving father and a filial son!
He looked away mockingly and flipped through the photos on his phone.
He underestimated Nangong Minglu, a girl who looked so weak, but she had such courage to convince Han Xiyan to let Rong Baichuan go!
However, this is not the end, but the beginning of another wonderful beginning. With these photos on his mobile phone, he wants to see how long they can continue to be a loving father and son, and how long they can remain calm...
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early morning.
The golden sunshine looked as clear and bright as if it had just been cleaned.
The clear and bright sunlight passed through the bright floor-to-ceiling windows and shone on Ling Haotian's long and graceful hands.
At this moment, those graceful hands were holding a newspaper tightly.
He held it hard and tightly, and his joints turned white.
The newspaper in his hand published a huge photo with full length of the original page.
——Photo of Han Xiyan forcibly kissing Nangong Minglu.
In the photo, Han Xiyan hugged Nangong Minglu's waist tightly, while Nangong Minglu's face was filled with tears. The blood on her mutton-fat jade-colored face was drained, and her eyes showed a mixture of humiliation, endurance, and pain.
It was as if a heavy hammer had struck Ling Haotian's heart so hard that he could hardly breathe.
He exerted such force that the newspaper tore in his hands.
With three more movements like venting his anger, the newspaper shattered into pieces in his hands.
He rushed out the door, started the car engine, and the car flew away...
Behind him, colorful fragments of newspapers were still flying in the air, like butterflies with broken wings...
Poor and sad...
Hidden in the green mountains.
The milky white castle is isolated from the world.
Just like its owner.
He is pure and noble, yet cold and arrogant.
Ling Haotian rushed into the castle and kicked open the door of the hall fiercely.
Han Xiyan stood in front of the window and was not surprised at all when he saw Ling Haotian's arrival.
Behind him is an open morning newspaper.
In the newspaper, he was standing with Nangong Minglu embracing each other...
Ling Haotian rushed to Han Xiyan with a livid face and punched Han Xiyan hard in the face.
Han Xiyan staggered and fell to the ground.
Ling Haotian rushed in front of him with big strides, grabbed his collar and pulled him up from the ground, followed by another punch...
One punch...
Another punch...
Han Xiyan never fought back.
"Fight back! Why don't you fight back?" Ling Haotian grabbed his collar and growled angrily.
"I'm sorry!" Han Xiyan avoided Ling Haotian's eyes guiltily, and blood flowed quietly from his lips.
"Do you remember what you promised me? You promised me that you would never hurt her again!" Ling Haotian roared.
In Ling Haotian's mind, Nangong Minglu's face of humiliation, endurance, and pain flashed across his mind, and his heart ached beyond measure.
"I'm sorry! At that moment, my mind went blank...I forgot!...I forgot...you said...she is the person you like..." Han Xiyan closed his eyes in pain.
Why?
Why does fate like to torture him so much?
When he finally woke up from his so-called hatred.
When he finally understood that his hatred was actually because he couldn't get her love.
When he finally knew, he loved her! Love her more than anyone else!
She is already his friend and beloved...
Ling Haotian's fist stopped abruptly in mid-air.
The blood around Han Xiyan's mouth was bright and dazzling, just like that year when he was bitten by a poisonous snake, and the blood coming out of his leg was also so bright.
Han Xiyan lowered his head without hesitation and sucked out the poisonous blood from his leg...
His arms fell weakly to his side, and the hand tightly holding Han Xiyan's collar slowly let go.
He took a few steps back, with a look of pain and disappointment in his eyes, "You really disappoint me. I remember I told you that she is like air to me. If I lose her, I will suffocate! But you...
"
He continued to retreat, and finally turned around...
"Haotian!..." Han Xiyan took two quick steps to catch up with him and put his hand on his shoulder.
The moment Han Xiyan's hand fell on his shoulder, without thinking, he grabbed Han Xiyan's arm with his backhand, threw it hard over his shoulder, threw Han Xiyan from his shoulder, and threw him to the ground.
A "bang" sound...
Han Xiyan lay flat on the ground, his eyes closed tightly, his face pale and motionless.
Ling Haotian was stunned...
His heart seemed to be stuck with countless steel needles. It hurt when it was inserted, and it still hurt when it was pulled out...
After a few minutes, Han Xiyan coughed a few times, and as his chest rose and fell, a few strands of blood trickled down the corners of his mouth.
He slowly opened his eyes and struggled to get up from the ground. His body was shaking violently, but he still looked at Ling Haotian apologetically and ashamedly, "Can you forgive me? If you still can't, you can continue..."
Ling Haotian pursed his lips tightly, feeling anxious and angry, angry and hateful, but he could no longer swing the fist in his hand...
He walked around Han Xiyan and strode out.
"Haotian!" Han Xiyan turned around and blocked his way, "Are we...still friends?"
Ling Haotian looked into Han Xiyan's eyes and said, "If you weren't my friend, I wouldn't be here."
After leaving these words, Ling Haotian left quickly.
Han Xiyan stumbled to the sofa, sat down, and held his head in his hands.
