Han Yixing still hadn't recovered from his narration, and was a little stunned when he asked him this question. If everything between them was a misunderstanding, and they both paid such a heavy price for it, how could they still talk about it?
Forgive?
However, after all, they have been separated for so long, can they really go back to the past?
His family background has always been there as an obstacle to her. Even her mother is a killer. She...
Boundless silence and confusion spread. She couldn't break away from his hand, but she was speechless.
"Xing'er, forgive me!"[
He said again, his tone a little more serious, and he held her hands and put them on his heart, which was beating very fast. Her answer seemed to be related to his life and death.
The touch on her hands made her heart beat faster.
Almost subconsciously, she blurted out: "Okay!"
Meng Beichen was pleasantly surprised, with a big smile on his face. He moved her hand to her lips and kissed her again and again. His eyes were a little moist, but these were not enough to express his excitement.
He stretched out his arms to hold her and leaned forward to kiss her. Han Yixing suddenly broke away his hand and rejected him.
He was nervous again, confused and asked: "Xing'er?" Didn't she forgive him? She...
"Meng Beichen, what you said gave me a sense of relief. The relief I have received in the past five years has made me feel a lot more relaxed and sad. So, let's all forget it, okay?"
"Okay, whatever you say will be whatever it is." Meng Beichen nodded of course and kept holding her shoulders, trying to pull her in a little bit.
Han Yixing did not obey him, "Are your parents buried in France?"
Her voice trembled as she thought that the woman who was really better to her than her biological mother was no longer here at this moment.
"No, I moved them back to Lincheng. That is my hometown. Do you want to see them?"
"Well, I will definitely go when I have time." Han Yixing nodded, and the tears in his eyes couldn't help falling. She was really good to her. In her heart, she was her mother, and she would definitely go to see her.
"So"
"But Meng Beichen," she interrupted him quickly, wiped her tears, and looked at him seriously, "we are divorced." Her voice was as light as the wind, but it hit his heart as heavy as a boulder.