Xinlian turned her head and stared at the lifeless Murong's father for a while, and sighed helplessly. Finally, she looked away from Murong's father with a guilty look. There was too much fatigue in her heart, and she was already tired.
I don’t want to live a life full of hatred anymore. Because this feeling is really tiring and hard...
"I don't want to think about the past anymore. Now that you have lost the person you love most, I don't want to take any revenge on you. Don't think that I forgive you. I am tired. In the future, you have to go
No matter what you do, it has nothing to do with me. Yan Jiaqi, I just hope you can stop. You killed my mother and Xun's only brother. These two people are the most important people to us.
We lost them, and so did you. So, I hope you can feel the pain of losing a loved one." Xinlian smiled lightly, there was no longer hatred in her eyes, but a calm tranquility. After finishing her words,
, she realized that it would be so comfortable to express some hatred. Her heart was calmer than ever before. Suddenly she felt that the eyes from behind were staring at her, and Xinlian suddenly realized what she had done.
She turned around, raised her head and looked at Ao. Her eyes were full of apology, "Ao, yes..."
"I have never blamed you. After my father is buried, I will leave here and live a new life. You will bless me, right?"
Ao smiled lightly and reached out to touch his beloved's head, just like before, as a brother who loved his sister. The pain in his eyes quickly disappeared, leaving only full of expectations.
Xin Lian was stunned for a moment and nodded blankly.
"Haha, thank you! Since you have expressed some hatred, I think you will have a lot to say to Feng and the others! Go quickly!"
Ao's words suddenly made Xin Lian realize. She nodded towards Ao and walked towards the door with a smile.
But when she walked to the door, she suddenly stopped and turned slightly sideways. She smiled slightly, with long-lost happiness in her eyes. She said, "Even though we are not related by blood, I have always regarded you as my beloved."
As a relative, you will still be my brother until now and in the future. Brother, thank you!"
Ao listened to the soft voice. His heart, which was still aching faintly, seemed to be comforted and gradually calmed down. He responded to Xinlian with the same smile, and the two of them seemed to be children again, without changing at all.
"Your mother jumped off a cliff and died. The cliff will be xxx"
Yan Jiaqi, who slowly stood up, looked at Xinlian with an unusually calm expression, and said this sentence in an neither fast nor slow tone. Xinlian was stunned for a moment, and finally turned around and left here. There was a trace of emotion in his heart.
I was grateful, but I still didn't express it.
However, after Xinlian left, Ao still stood there with his back to Yan Jiaqi, looking at the door where her figure had disappeared. Therefore, he did not see the resentment burning in his mother's eyes. This hatred will
It would cause her to lose everything, and it would also make Ling and the others live in regret for the rest of their lives, because...