5778. Chapter 5778 She has always hated him so much
Now, when she talked about this matter with Assistant Zheng again, Shanel's heart still ached, and she felt uncontrollable anger:
"He hid the murderer and lied to me that it was just an accident. My father died, but I didn't even catch the murderer... I am very sad. My father in heaven can never rest in peace. Mr. Zheng, you keep saying that he
He loves me. In fact, what he loves most is probably himself."
"If you knew...the truth about why Mr. Mu wanted to cover up the murderer, I'm afraid you wouldn't say that."
Assistant Zheng's faint words pulled Shanel out of her anger.
"What's the meaning?"
"I personally handled this matter at the time, so I have the absolute right to speak." Mr. Zheng's deep eyes flashed in the lenses, "You just need to believe that no matter what the young master does, his purpose is to protect
You...are not harmed..."
"You mean, you know who the perpetrator is?"
"Yes."
"Who is it?"
“Ms.
Chanel didn't believe it: "Tell me, who is it?"
"Unless Ian tells you personally, I can't say."
…
Mu Xicheng fell asleep and did not wake up until the third day.
In the ward, the light of morning light shone in, and Chanel sat beside the bed, looking at his pale and bleeding face on the bed.
He was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown. He received blood transfusions in time, his wounds were treated, and he was on an intravenous drip...
But his face was really pale and his body was so cold.
If the doctor hadn't said that he was past the critical stage, Shanel thought he was really going to stop breathing.
She looked at him, her eyes full of complicated emotions.
She could neither love nor hate this man. She wanted to escape, but she kept letting go...
It was as if there were invisible vines, tightly entwining them together. The closer they got, the tighter the vines became, and the more suffocating they became...
But once they were far away, the vines slowly let go, and they fell from the cliff with no attachment.
What should she do with him?
Unable to help herself, she reached out with her fingers and gently touched the patch on his right wrist...
I can't imagine what kind of life she would live if he died. Will she collapse, will she still laugh, can she love again, how will she live...
"Mu Xicheng, I hate you so much."
Chanel murmured, unable to hold back her sleepiness any longer, and fell asleep next to the hospital bed.
Calm returned to the ward...
I don't know how long it took, but the man on the hospital bed slowly opened his eyes. He turned his head and looked at the people around him, his eyes were dark and bright.
Just now in the dark dream, he seemed to feel her, smell her scent, and lean against him.
He was afraid to open his eyes, afraid that this was a dream, afraid that when he woke up, he would be empty next to him.
They had already agreed not to see each other again. She would never appear again.
He closed his eyes, but felt her fingers gently touching his wrist, and heard her soft voice:
"Mu Xicheng, I hate you so much."
…
He was finally convinced that this was not a dream.
But at the same time, his heart was pierced by a steel needle, and a soft weakness spread throughout his body.
Yes, she hates him, she has always hated him so much...
This time, he made this hatred a little more intense.
If he hadn't attempted suicide, they would have abided by their agreement and never met again, right?