Many people know about An Qing's death, because as one of the giants in the industry, how could her death not be a sensation?
But what is even more sensational is that Ling Han, who had been a loving couple with An Qing for decades, disappeared inexplicably.
People have many speculations.
Some say that Ling Han could not accept An Qing's death and left.
Others say that he saw through the mortal world and escaped into Buddhism.
There are many speculations.
No one knew that before An Qing passed away, Ling Han had been holding her weak body in the room of the An family's old house, whispering softly: "You are not An Qing, and I am not Ling Han.
We are a perfect match, but You are leaving, how should I punish you?"
An Qing's eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and she leaned into Ling Han's arms.
A slight smile appeared on her pale face, and she was actually a little proud.
She said softly: "I thought you would never say anything in your life, but I didn't expect that you still couldn't bear it." live" Ling Han tightened his hand slightly, looked at An Qing with his bright eyes, and drew a faint smile at the corner of his mouth: "You are still so willful, but I can't find a way to punish you, what should I do?"
An Qing patted Ling Han's palm gently, his smile deepened a little deeper, his eyes had the color of memories, he sighed quietly, and said slowly: "After so many years, I am becoming more and more like you, you Doesn’t it bother you to look at it?”
"Yes, after so many years, you have become more and more like me, like flesh and blood integrated into my bones and blood, but now you want to tear it apart.
You are really my good student.
You can even learn to be cruel. " Ling Han mocked softly, causing An Qing to turn his head slightly and look sideways.
In the long days, An Qing thought about various endings between herself and Ling Han, but she never thought that one day the man who doted on her like a pet would be really tempted and admit that she could bear it.
He smiled bitterly and said, "I always thought I was just your pet."
"Yes, if I had known that I would be like this, if I had fulfilled your wish, I should have killed you.
Wouldn't it be that I wouldn't have such troubles now, and I wouldn't have to desperately hope that you can make love with me?
A deal, but the purpose is to keep you."
Ling Han's face finally had a different color, and his words were full of self-deprecation for himself.
There was a flush on An Qing's pale face.
She swallowed the sweetness that surged out of her mouth, stretched out her bloodless fingers and touched Ling Han's face, which had not changed much for so many years: "But the devil can only You can't force others to kidnap others into making deals."
"When did you know?"
Ling Han didn't show any surprise on his face, but asked softly while stroking the long hair scattered around her ears.
"On Halloween three years ago, I saw the real you."
An Qing blinked his cold eyes and looked at Ling Han with a faint smile.
"Aren't you afraid?"
Ling Han grabbed An Qing's hand and touched his own, looking at her with both wrong and good eyes and asked.
"I'm afraid, but is there anyone in this world who treats me better than you?"
An Qing's eyes were red, but her smile was bright and she tried hard to hide the sadness that was flowing out of her.
An Qing closed her eyes, tears fell from the corners of her eyes, and gushing blood kept pouring out of her mouth.
Ling Han finally became furious: "Pray to me, and I will fulfill your wish.
Then he won't die, hurry up, pray, I will be here so that we can always be together."
He said the words for An Qing to pray, but Ling Han's words were more like praying for An Qing.
But until the end, An Qing didn't open her mouth to say another word.
She just looked at Ling Han with slightly bent eyes, her expression quiet and peaceful.
Ling Han's cool and thin lips blocked An Qing's lips that smelled of blood, and he swallowed the taste of her last breath.
Tears slowly fell from the corners of his eyes, and heartache that he had not experienced in countless years swept over him, making Ling Han feel that he His heart was blurred and incomplete: "Remember, my name is Rong Bei."
From then on, there was no Ling Han, no An Qing, no An Jia, and the business legend became a mystery. tgt ttrgt: