Lin Feiwan curled up in Tingfeng's arms, and all that occupied her heart was Xiao Che's gentle face.
The gentler he smiled, the more painful Lin Feiwan's heart was. It was riddled with wounds and felt like life was worse than death. This time, Lin Feiwan finally felt the same way.
"Wan'er, my heart for you has never changed. No matter you want it or not, you will never be able to get rid of me from now on."
Thinking of Lin Feiwan's heart-wrenching past when she lost her memory, Tingfeng's heart was filled with guilt. He kissed her hair gently, held her in his arms and hugged her tightly, for fear that if he let go, she would fall again.
is to lose her
"Tingfeng, I am no longer the Lin Feiwan I used to be. Even though I know that Xiao Che is my enemy, I can no longer remember the previous relationship between you and me. Sometimes, hate comes faster than love.
"
Lin Feiwan had also thought about it, if one day she knew that the person she loved deeply was not Xiao Che, but someone else, would her heart be cut like a knife?
When this day really came, the hatred in Lin Feiwan's heart far exceeded her love for Tingfeng.
It was Xiao Che who hurt herself too deeply with his disguised love. When all the answers were revealed, Lin Feiwan only felt hatred in her heart.
"Wan'er, since I woke up that day, perhaps because I have experienced life and death, what has sustained me is not the hatred, but my love for you, because I want you to come back to me one day, and then
As Meili once said, find a place where no one knows us and live quietly."
The ideal of the past was so simple and pure
But now, even if we can go back to the past, can we go back to the beginning?
It's not that Tingfeng doesn't understand Lin Feiwan's feeling that hate is deeper than love at this moment.
When given the choice between the two, Tingfeng chose the latter
But Lin Feiwan is different. She can no longer distinguish between deep hatred and heavy love.
"Wan'er, let's stay together in the Peach Blossom Spring. From now on, no one can separate us. I want to be with you and make up for the love you owe me these days."
Tingfeng kissed Lin Feiwan domineeringly and hatefully. Lin Feiwan was obviously a little uncomfortable.
make up?
Xiao Che said this word many times. In the end, what should he do to make up for this ridiculous mistake?
"Tingfeng..." Lin Feiwan put her hands on Tingfeng's chest and avoided his kiss.