She has always known that the person who chased her back then was not Duan Qiong, but she will not forgive him either.
It was his lack of decisiveness that caused countless harm to her daughter. Thinking about it now, Duan Qiong didn't do much wrong. His only fault was that he was in the Duan family.
Therefore, she will never stay. She wants to go back to Feng Ruqing.
Xiaoya firmly took the medicine bowl from Duan Qiong's hand. She wiped out all the elixirs in the bowl without looking at him.
She wiped the water from the corner of her mouth, smashed the medicine bowl on the ground, and then raised her eyes to look at Duan Qiong.
The woman's eyes were dark and sparkling, too beautiful to be ignored, especially the way she smiled back then, which he could never forget in his life.
Duan Qiong's heart hurt again. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he saw her smile.
"I'm sorry, Ya'er"
I'm sorry, Ya'er, I can't let you go. I can't bear the pain I've experienced over the years.
Even if I force you to stay with me, I don't want to lose you again.
For nearly twenty years, every day has been like a year. He is unwilling to live without her.
Xiaoya's eyes were full of anger, and her face turned red with anger.
There was something fishy and sweet in her throat, and she couldn't even breathe, and her face turned red from holding back.
Duan Qiong originally thought Xiaoya was angry and didn't pay much attention to it, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong, and a flash of panic flashed in his eyes: "Ya'er, what's wrong with you?"
puff
Xiaoya spurted out a mouthful of blood and sprayed it on Duan Qiong's clothes. Her face was pale and she stared at Duan Qiong with resentful eyes.
"Ya'er" Duan Qiong panicked and hurriedly stepped forward to help Xiaoya.
However, Xiaoya didn't want to be touched by him at all, so she pushed him away with a palm.
Her body staggered, unable to stand firm, and even the hand holding the brush trembled slightly.
"Who gave the medicine?"
Her words fell on the paper stroke by stroke.
Because of physical discomfort, I wrote extremely slowly, but every word was like tears, full of anger and questioning.
Duan Qiong seemed to understand something, and his face looked a little scary with anger.
Seeing Duan Qiong's expression, Xiaoya smiled sarcastically and wrote down a few words on the paper "I shouldn't trust you anymore"
Poof
When the last word fell, Xiaoya spat out a mouthful of blood again.
Duan Qiong stepped forward in a panic. This time, Xiaoya didn't know where she got the strength to push Duan Qiong back a few meters, and ran towards the door with staggering steps.
She covered her chest with her hands and had difficulty breathing, but she still bit her lip until it drew blood. Only in this way could she prevent herself from passing out.
She must leave here. If she continues to stay in the Duan family, she will definitely die in Duan Qiong's hands.
"Ya'er," Duan Qiong stood up from the ground, hurriedly chased Xiaoya, and pulled Xiaoya into his arms forcefully, "You can't go out alone in this situation. I'll find a doctor for you.
I won't let anything happen to you."
Xiaoya spurted out another mouthful of blood. This time, she failed to push Duan Qiong away, and her body was weak and weak in struggling.
But the anger in her dark eyes was so obvious that it burned Duan Qiong's heart like a flame.
"You guys come here," Duan Qiong said with anger and gritted his teeth, "take good care of the young lady. If anything happens to her, I will ask all the maids who took care of her to be buried with her."