Chapter 177: What are you doing in my room in the middle of the night?
Hearing that Ling Haotian fell ill because of her, I felt very uncomfortable. I suddenly remembered that Ling Haotian once hugged her and said: "I only have you, you can't leave me, I will never allow you to leave me, otherwise I will die." Just like a child hugging her tightly
She hugged her tightly like her mother. At that time, she even joked, "You're stupid! There are so many women. Without me, there would be many women." But she was tortured physically by him.
Ling Haoming was secretly observing Mengdie's expression and behavior and continued: "Do you know! Why was Ling Haobei able to take advantage of the situation at that time? Hearing that the queen faked her death, he fell ill and even died! The throne was given to Ling Haobei
, and Ling Haobei locked him in a dungeon and used torture on him all day long. Brother Yun, you also know that it was difficult to save his life if it wasn't you at that time! Hey! Tell me, is it worth it for a woman who doesn't love him?
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Lan Mengdie immediately lost the smile on her face. When she heard what he said, she felt indescribably complicated. She knew something happened to Ling Haotian, but she didn't know that Ling Haotian would become like this for her. But why didn't Zhuge Yun tell her? She stood up listlessly.
Said: "I'm full! I have to go back to bed, I'm so tired, I'm sorry everyone!"
As soon as she left, Zhuge Yun immediately said goodbye to Ling Haoming and followed her out, followed by Hu Xinyue and Huang Puming.
Zhuge Yu grabbed Lan Mengdie and said "walk slower"
Lan Mengdie stopped and looked at him, "Was he really almost tortured to death by Ling Haobei?"
Zhuge Yun nodded, "He has been recuperating in Caidiexuan. I will come to you immediately until I help him regain the throne."
Lan Mengdie didn't say anything and kept silently climbing over the wall back to her room. Zhuge Yun wanted to say something to her but she shut the door out. It took a long time before she heard his footsteps leaving with a sigh.
When all the lights were blown out, she lay on the comfortable and luxurious bed, not feeling sleepy at all. Thinking of Ling Haotian, her heart felt clogged. She felt sorry for him. How could she be so stupid? Hey! But she didn't want to go back to that big bed.
Birdcage, maybe he will forget it after a long time. Suddenly he heard a sound, she didn't move, and then saw a figure coming to her side. The person grabbed Lan Mengdie's hand and shouted: "Purple Butterfly!"
trembling voice
Lan Mengdie sat up, "Prince Zhennan! What are you doing in my room in the middle of the night?" Her mouth was covered by Ling Haozhe, "Don't make any sound! Listen to me, I don't want to, I can't even control myself,
I miss Zidie so much"
Lan Mengdie said nothing, and like Brother Zikui, he lost control when he saw the fake Zikui. Ling Haozhe let go of his hand and sighed deeply, "It's not good for you to pretend to be, but you pretend to be Zidie. When I saw Zikui, the purple butterfly
So happy, I know that Zidie is no longer here, I really hope you are the real Zidie, I hope she can live happily, I know that I did too much and killed her, love is not about taking possession of yourself..." His voice was silent
Lan Mengdie lit the bedside candle, and there was dim light in the room. The man in front of her had bitter tears on his face. He was a proud man, and he loved Ling Haotian as much as he did. They were both too domineering.
You are too self-righteous. You can only understand this truth by shutting up that woman.
Lan Mengdie comforted: "Do you have anything else to say to Sister Zidie? You treat me as her and tell her everything you want to say."
Ling Haozhe looked at her, as if the purple butterfly had really returned to him. He had trapped her tightly by his side and cared about her heart and soul. Even if she asked for the stars in the sky, he would pick them for her without any worries. He only hoped to get her one.
Smile, greeting and care
However, it only resulted in her crying countless times, resulting in blood and tears, and her hunger strike became so severe that she committed suicide. In order to imitate her suicide, he could only chain her hands and feet with iron chains. He once knelt humbly in front of her and begged her not to continue such torture.
The other party, however, she only said "Zikui, I love you and we will meet again in the next life" and then fell into a coma.
It wasn't until Zi Kui came to him like crazy that he realized that she had left forever. It turned out that everything he did was wrong. He hugged Zi Die and cried, "Everything about Zi Die is my fault, forgive me!"
I just hope you forgive me for my selfish love."
Lan Mengdie quickly patted his back and said softly: "I have forgiven you!" Ling Haozhe hugged Lan Mengdie tightly and sobbed like a little boy who had been wronged in many ways.
Lan Mengdie had to lament that the most complicated thing in the world is love. The relationship between loving and being loved is complicated and difficult. How many people can love each other forever? How many people can stay together for a lifetime? Love! It is not possession! Love! No.
Give blindly, love! It requires interaction and mutual love between both parties. You and I have you, and we should be each other’s soul mates and soul confidants.
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If you see that there are no updates, it’s not my problem. Sometimes when I update an article, the bookstore always doesn’t show it. There was a stage where I wanted to give up and stop writing. I didn’t update my article for several months, even though I clearly updated the bookstore.
If it doesn't show up, I can't help it. I was also depressed, so I stopped updating for a while. When I saw that the bookstore was updating novels for me, I started writing them. However, this problem will happen again in the future. I will not stop updating the novels.
, I said I would finish writing this article, and it would be quite long, because I only planned to write this time-travel novel. You can only see two of my works in the bookstore. I wrote five novels in one update.
Time Travel is my fifth novel, the most exaggerated one. The novels I wrote before were all very cold. I have not given up writing them one by one. I will persist even if there is only one reader. A reader left a message saying
Don't give up, even in life. I worked two jobs that year, and I was so tired that I had nosebleeds. I didn't give up writing. It was my only pursuit of entertainment.
Writing is my ideal. People always have their own dreams. My dream is to have my works published, but this road is not easy to follow! But I will not give up. If you have any dreams, don’t give up easily.
, this process of chasing dreams is joyful, painful, sad and sometimes helpless. Having a dream is the goal we chase.