How to seek Mu Qingyan’s forgiveness? How to speak? How to talk to her?
"It's not your fault whether you forgive me or not. Qingyan is Qingyan. You are you and you are not her. We can't mix them up." Jun Moye took a few steps forward and came to Jun Qingjue's side. He took a look and his face still looked a little grim.
Mu Qingyan, who was pale and sleeping, said: "She was waiting for you outside your room last night. She was soaked in the rain for as long as you left."
After saying this, he clearly saw that the man in front of him trembled slightly and then became stiff.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Jun Moye snorted coldly: "You are so successful that you left her alone without saying a word."
If it were him, he wouldn't be able to do it even to death.
In his heart, Xiao Yue'er is more important than his life.
Listening to Jun Moye's accusation, Jun Qing absolutely didn't say a word. She just listened to his words quietly and looked at Mu Qingyan who was sleeping soundly.
He doesn't blame anyone for this matter. The biggest culprit is himself. If he hadn't left in a fit of anger, so many things wouldn't have happened in the future, and neither would Mu Qingyan...
Thinking of this, my heart ached, my eyes were slightly closed, and the feeling was hard to describe.
"If Qingyan wants to leave you, don't come back. The woman you love wants you to feel pain, not to hurt her." After Jun Moye said this, he turned around and left, his back looking cold and arrogant.
Silence returned to the room again. The woman on the bed was breathing evenly. Her originally rosy and fair face looked sickly and turned slightly white at this moment.
Her body was traumatized and could not recover in a short time.
The most deadly thing is...
His fists were clenched, Jun Qingjue's whole body was in a stiff state, his purple eyes were dim, and his heart was filled with pain.
When she was injured, he felt more distressed than she did, and he would rather all these injuries be transferred to her.
However, he knew that this was not the point.
Mu Qingyan is not a person who is afraid of pain. No matter how serious the injury is, no matter how much pain she suffers, she can still bear it by herself without saying a word and gritting her teeth.
It is only a matter of time before the wounds on the body heal. But the wounds on the heart...
Although no one blamed him for this matter, he himself knew it clearly. If he hadn't left alone, Mu Qingyan would not have ended up like this, nor would she...
He reached out and rubbed his eyebrows, feeling mixed emotions in his heart. He was both looking forward to her waking up, but also afraid of her waking up.
He didn't realize it until he saw her unconscious in the heavy rain last night, with weak breath and dying of life.
No matter how big a mistake a woman made and how much pain and trauma she caused to him, he could not change his heart of loving her.
As long as there is love in your heart, no matter what she does, the moment you see tears in her eyes, the moment you see her hurt and suffering. No matter how hard your heart is, it will melt in an instant.
Love is deep and penetrates to the very core.
He didn't understand these six words very well before, nor did he understand their meaning.
But at this moment, he understood and understood.
The clenched fists were not put down, and the dark purple eyes showed regret and distress. There was a little red blood in the purple eyes, which made people feel distressed.
If he really had to go through this to understand, to taste pain, to taste what despair is, he would rather all these pains and sufferings befall him.
He stretched out his hand to touch the woman's cheek, and gently stroked her face with his slender fingers: "Yan'er..."