After a long while, Bihe opened her arms holding him lightly, pursed her lips, and smiled as if it didn't matter. She patted Hong Cen on the shoulder, "Everything is fine now, it's over. You can go."
Go back and live in peace and quiet, and we will see you again when we have the chance."
She stood up, but suddenly, Hong Cen grabbed her wrist.
"Ying'er forgive me?"
Bi He forced a smile, what's there to complain about? It's all because of him seeking abuse, and people can't just believe it. So what about betrayal? Why shouldn't he be betrayed? He has no qualifications. Just like Qing'er's departure, it's the same
, she is not qualified to retain him.[
"Hongcen, don't take it to heart, I don't hate you." I only hate myself, I hate myself for being so naive that I don't have these ridiculous thoughts.
Now, Qing'er has successfully ascended to the throne, achieved his wish, met his own imperial grandmother, and vindicated the injustice of Xiao Yan's family. What about her? There is no one to worry about in her heart, but there are still things to worry about.
, the secret letter was sent by Lou Yujin. It was time for her to go find him. Whether she could come back alive or not, she felt that it was no longer important...
Alive? Not alive? The difference is not big anymore.
The cup-filled life of the 21st century seems to have moved here again.
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"Ying'er." Hong Cen couldn't believe it. She forgave him so easily? No, he couldn't feel her forgiveness! She was giving up on herself, she was giving up her future life, she was hating herself! This is worse than
Hating him was even more difficult for him to accept.
"Ying'er, don't be like this. You hate me! Just hate me."
"Idiot, what nonsense are you talking about? You don't have to feel guilty, I... have nothing to say. I wish you a safe journey first." She seemed calm and calm, but after saying that, she still ran away in a panic.
She fled into her room, locked the door, and collapsed on the soft couch in despair, too lazy to move.
There are tears, but these tears do not come out of the eyes, they only flow silently in the bottom of my heart.