He was afraid that he would not be able to bear the pain, so he did not allow Mu Xicheng to die, and even resented his death...
But she had never thought that Mu Xicheng's life was not happy either.
"Tell me, who was the perpetrator who killed my father four years ago." Chanel was silent for a long time and slowly asked this sentence, "As long as you tell me why you hide it from me... I may be able to forgive you.
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As she spoke, she raised her hand and ran her fingertips across his pale and thin cheek.
Mu Xicheng's hand gently folded on the back of her hand, bringing her palm closer to his face:
"I said before, there was no murderer, it was an accident."
"Don't lie to me. Someone told me that you were caught, but you let him go again. Why?"
This is a question that Chanel has been unable to solve for four years.
"Are you shirking responsibility? Are you afraid that I will blame you for my father's death?" Chanel asked forcefully, "You know how disappointed I was in you at that time! The damage has been done and it is impossible to make up for it. How can I resent you and accuse you?
You? Why did you let the murderer go and why did you lie to me?"
Mu Xicheng frowned tightly and was speechless.
"There are difficulties, right?" Chanel asked.
Assistant Zheng said that, there must be some last resort...
Knowing that Shanel cared about this, he still chose to lie to her. Was he really doing it to protect her?
But what kind of difficulties are related to Chanel?
Mu Xicheng slowly let go of her hand and stood up: "There is no murderer, it was an accident."
Shanel's eyes dimmed...
He refused to say anything no matter what, even if she said she would forgive him, why?
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
Mu Xicheng opened the door, and Assistant Zheng came in carrying two thermos boxes: "Mr. Mu, Miss Xia, are you hungry? Eat something first."
Mu Xicheng walked to the hospital bed and sat down.
Assistant Zheng looked at the bottle: "Mr. Mu, your body is still very weak, you..."
"No need." Mu Xicheng smiled slightly, "A meal is better than anything else. Have you eaten?"
"Yes, Mr. Mu."
"You go and rest first. I'll call you if anything happens."
After Assistant Zheng left, Mu Xicheng placed the thermos on the coffee table in front of the sofa and opened the lid. Instantly, the tangy aroma of food hit his nostrils.
This insulated box is a luxurious set with five layers. The bottom layer contains soup, the top layer contains rice, and the middle three layers contain stir-fried side dishes.
The dishes for both of them are the same.
Because Mu Xicheng was still ill, the food was very light.
One portion of chicken soup, one portion of steamed eight-treasure turtle, one portion of scrambled scallops and eggs, and one portion of green vegetables.
Mu Xicheng placed the things in front of Chanel one by one. Seeing that she was still sitting still, he put the chopsticks in her hand.
Chanel shook her head and put it back: "I'm not hungry."
If Mu Xicheng didn't explain clearly, how could she have the heart to eat?
Mu Xicheng sat down next to her, looked at her for a while, then stretched out his hand to smooth her hanging hair...
Chanel ducked her head back.
She lowered her eyes and said slowly: "Mu Xicheng, do you really not want to tell me? I won't force you. This is the last time I ask you..."
If he tells her, she will tell him her secret.
If he didn't say it, their fate would end here——
Mu Xicheng's eyes were dark, and he looked at her intently for a while, then reached out to smooth her hair.