Nangong Jue continued, "I didn't kill Nangong Lin."
Nangong Lin is the name of Nangong Yi’s father.
This is the first time Nangong Jue has explained the cause of Nangong Lin's death.
Aunt Liu's aging back trembled slightly. After a long time, she breathed softly and said, "I know."
She knows, she knows everything.
She hated Nangong Jue, not because he killed Nangong Lin, but because he obviously could have saved him, but chose to watch him leave.
Aunt Liu burst into tears and said, "The meal is ready and in the kitchen."
After saying that, he slowly walked into his room.
Nangong had no idea that this was the last time they would talk to her.
There was no chance from now on.
Seeing Aunt Liu walking away, Nangong Yi felt complicated. She bumped her head on Nangong Jue's shoulder and asked, "I used to like you very much?"
I heard from Aunt Liu that in the past, Nangong Yi could turn against her parents for Nangong Jue.
She shouldn't have had any thoughts about someone who no longer existed, but the thought of someone besides herself having loved her so much was like a knot in her throat.
Nangong Jue raised his head and looked into her eyes, trying to see her emotions clearly, but he saw that her eyes were nothing but calm, as if she had no interest in the conversation just now.
He smiled softly in his heart and rubbed her head, "Want to hear the truth?"
Nangong Yi nodded his head.
Nangong Jue pulled her into the kitchen, took a bowl and served her rice, and explained, "They all think so, but I can't feel it."
The curvature of the corners of his mouth looked particularly gentle under the warm yellow light. The bowl in his hand did not fit his image, but he did it naturally. Nangong Yi felt inexplicably happy and felt a bit warm in his heart.
She jumped behind him gently, hugged his waist from behind, leaned her head on his back, and asked, "How do you say it?"
Nangong Jue filled a bowl of rice and put it aside, put down the rice spoon, and gently held her hand on his waist, "Don't be angry if I tell the truth."
Nangong Yi smiled softly, "Of course I won't be angry."
How could she be angry with him for something innocuous?
Nangong Jue sighed softly, turned around, leaned against the counter, hugged her into his arms, and gently stroked the soft hair on her back, "I think it's better not to say anything, otherwise someone will definitely be with her."
I'm in a hurry."
There was a smile in his eyes, he lowered his head and pressed it against her forehead, and his breath sprayed on her face as he spoke.
Nangong Yi pouted, reached out and pinched his face, "Then do you like me now or the old me?"
Even though I asked, the answer was already clear to me.
Nangong Jue stretched out his hand to grab the little hand that was running rampant on his face. He felt funny in his heart. When did someone dare to treat him so wantonly?
This is the only one who is short of being spoiled by me!
Nangong Jue gently squeezed her little hand and replied with a smile, "I told you, don't be angry. Sometimes I feel that you now and you before are two different people."
Nangong Yi raised his eyebrows, feeling inexplicably slow, and asked with a little expectation, "Why do you think so?"
Nangong Jue shook his head, "I don't know, it's just intuition. I feel that after amnesia, you become more like an independent individual. What do you think is going on? Forget it, how do you know? Baby,
I'm just saying casually, don't think too much."
Don't think too much about anything, she just wants to think more!
An inexplicable sense of satisfaction suddenly filled my heart.
