"Do you hate him?" Before she could ask her question, the man next to her said this coldly.
His voice was as cold as ever, but there was clearly compassion in his eyes.
Mingyue was stunned for a moment, then slowly turned her eyes, looking absently at the green trees in front of her that were shrouded in rain and fog, with Ye Hen's face appearing in her mind.
Does she hate that man?
Mingyue thought for a long time, as if she was trying to find reasons for herself to hate him. She did say she hated him, but now, she couldn't find any other feeling except heartache.
After a while, she stared at the rain in front of her and said quietly,
"Don't hate"
This answer made the face of the man next to him change. The pity in his eyes suddenly disappeared, turning into coldness without any temperature.
After Mingyue finished speaking, she quietly looked at the raindrops falling from the edge of the umbrella, her bright eyes full of loneliness.
She couldn't explain why she didn't hate Ye Haohen now.
And many times I miss him inexplicably and want to see him
Mingyue's gesture made the man next to her look even colder. His thin lips raised a strange smile that Mingyue didn't see, and he continued,
"Then if he killed your father, wouldn't you hate him?"
What?
This sentence was like a huge thunder exploding in Mingyue's ears.
She suddenly turned back to look at the man who said this, her cheek accidentally touched the cold umbrella handle, and she felt a burst of pain.
Mingyue opened her eyes wide and looked at the calm-looking man beside her, unable to believe what he just said.
What did he say? Yehen killed her father?
Is this true? Is it true?
No! This is not true. It must not be true?
Mingyue's eyes flickered helplessly, as if she didn't want to believe it
Suddenly she felt a wave of nausea in her throat, and she bent over and squatted on the ground, retching.
Nothing stuck out for a while, but I felt that most of my body's strength had been exhausted, but I still struggled to stand up and looked at the man with a cold face.
"I don't believe what you said. No, he couldn't have killed my father."
For no reason, Mingyue opened her mouth to defend Yehen. Although she felt heartbroken when she couldn't get his love, she was so sad that she didn't want to believe that Yehen killed her father.
My parents died unexpectedly in a car accident.
How could it be possible that Ye Hen killed them?
No, this man must be lying to her!
Seeing that Mingyue didn't believe it, that cold face became a little gloomy and unpredictable.
"You are such a poor woman, you have been deceived for so long."
After hearing this, Mingyue looked at the man in front of her in confusion, still unable to believe what he said.
There is no evidence at all for what he said, so why should she believe it?
As if seeing Mingyue's suspicion, a strange smile appeared on the cold handsome face hidden on his face, and he slowly spoke.
"If you want evidence, I can give it to you"
Hearing this sentence, Ming Yue was stunned by instinct.
evidence, what evidence
She wanted to ask, but her stomach began to churn again. As a last resort, she ran to the side and held on to the tree trunk before vomiting desperately.
This time she almost exhausted all her strength. When she tried to stand up, her body was already limp and powerless, but she still didn't spit out anything.
Could it be that you caught a cold in the rain just now?
Mingyue had no choice but to stand there and pant while caressing the tree trunk.