He was afraid that she wouldn't believe it, so he emphasized again: "Believe me, I really have no memory of what happened that night. I can swear to God."
Zi Yihan raised his hand and was about to speak. However, Han Mengxiao grabbed his hand back: "In the past, my mother told me that a man's oath is the most unreliable. If he makes a mistake, it can be solved by swearing.
, that would be too simple."
She stared into his eyes and said: "So forget about swearing. If you want me to believe what you said, prove it with actions." She blinked her eyes: "The kitchen was burned down by you, you owe me
If I have a meal, treat me to a roadside stall."
Zi Yihan's eyes were wet, and she hugged Han Mengxiao tightly: "Meng, I... thank you."
Thank you for still being by my side, thank you for still giving me the chance to forgive me, thank you for still liking me for being so mean to you in my previous life.
Only now do I realize that your stubbornness, your aloofness, your bravery, your arrogance, and your independence are just coats to protect yourself from harm.
But inside, you are still so simple, so kind, so selfless, and such a good woman who thinks about everyone around you.
The best woman in this world.
"Meng," Zi Yihan stood up holding Han Mengxiao in his arms, only to find that there was a question he didn't understand, and asked: "What is a roadside stall?"
The corner of Han Mengxiao's mouth quirked up, and his tongue came out: "I thought you, Zi Yihan, were very capable, but I don't even know that. Literally, it's food from a roadside stall."
Zi Yihan was dumbfounded. Sure enough, this was quite literal.
When Han Mengxiao was enjoying a large bowl of wontons, Zi Yihan looked at her quietly, occasionally wiping the oil stains on the corners of her mouth with the handkerchief in her hand, feeling sincerely
I have arrived at something called happiness.
It turns out that the reason why my heart has been cold for so many years and not warm is because there is such a woman missing.
Thinking of Ziru again, my heart sank. I looked deeply at Han Mengxiao and made a decision:
Regardless of whether he is Zi Yihan or will become the Lord God Yehua in the future, he only needs Han Mengxiao as his wife. If he really hurt Ziru that night, he will have a good talk with Ziru. In addition to marrying Ziru,
Whatever Zi Ru asked for, he would just do it for her.
With such a decision, Zi Yihan felt a little calmer, a smile appeared on his face, and his tone was gentle: "Meng, eat more slowly, and no one will compete with you. It's like a starving ghost reincarnated."
"I am not reincarnated as a starving ghost," Han Mengxiao bit the wonton in his mouth, swallowed it, and said, "I am a living ghost who has not yet starved to death."
"Okay, you are a cute living ghost, come here, eat more, I will give you this bowl too." Zi Yihan also gave Han Mengxiao the wontons in front of him.
Han Mengxiao felt unhappy when she saw him smiling brightly. How dare this man who committed a capital crime laugh in front of her?! She waved to him: "Zi Yihan, come here, I'll tell you something.
"
"What's the matter?" Zi Yihan put his ear closer and asked.
"I didn't bring any money." Han Mengxiao grabbed her heavy money bag with her hand hidden in her sleeve. She had just looked at it, but Zi Yihan didn't have a single coin on him.
Zi Yihan's face turned red as expected, and he lowered his voice and said, "What should I do? I, I don't have any money."