After returning to the upstairs room, Yuan Xun didn't say a word, just looked at Tong Yao fixedly.
The gaze was like a burning probe, as if it wanted to probe into her heart.
Boundless fear struck, and she began to be afraid.
The gentle Yuan Xun before seemed to be like a dream, and when he woke up from the dream, he was shattered so easily.
What is Yuan Xun thinking now, what does he know She didn't dare to bear his gaze at all, so she cowered and lowered her head, stepping back.
She wanted to run, to run away, to run away from all this.
She even began to regret it, began to be confused, didn't it mean that she was going to be reborn, didn't it mean that she could change everything in her life, why, she was still here, she was still Wonxun's wife, still in all this pain and confusion.
Her life is a confused life. slept with Yuan Xun in a daze, and got pregnant in a daze, so she could only marry Yuan Xun in a daze and give birth to Yuan Xiu.
She is a cowardly person who does not have the guts to face it, so she retreats into her shell and runs away from everything around her.
Yuan Xun raised his hand and wanted to hold her hand, but she was scared and involuntarily stepped back step by step.
When she retreated to her back against the wall, and there was no way to retreat, Won-hoon finally grabbed her hand.
His two hands gripped hers.
The power of the will, which firmly imprisoned her hands, forced her to raise her head to face him.
"Why are you avoiding me" Yuan Xun's voice did not fluctuate, and Tong Yao could hardly tell whether it was gentle or gloomy.
"You" she stared at the man's stiff and cold face, and there was a trance in front of her.
All the tenderness and thoughtfulness of the past few days seemed to be a thin and brittle illusion, and tearing open that thin layer of paper, she finally saw clearly the domineering and toughness between his eyebrows and eyes.
"You let go of me," she finally shouted in a low voice, using all the strength of her body.
"Let go" Yuan Xun's eyebrows were suddenly displeased: "Why should I let go" "You, who the hell are you" Tong Yao stared at the man in front of her, only feeling familiar and unfamiliar, and countless memories of the past surfaced in her mind.
But those memories are finally frozen in one shot, a pair of domineering and longing, eyes that are so hot that they almost swallow people.
She couldn't control herself and trembled: "Who the hell are you, which Yuan Xun are you" When Yuan Xun heard this, he only felt as if his body was being hit by an electric current, his mind was blank, and his emotions of despair and frustration almost took control of his reason.
But in the end, he took a deep breath, controlled himself, and stared down at his wife who was forced into a corner by himself.
Her thin body was shaking, like a cat in the water.
Her clear eyes were moist and full of panic, as if everything in front of her was unknown.
She has been a sensitive little girl since she was a child, timid and reckless, looking at everything around her with a pair of eyes full of panic and helplessness, but she cannot get the slightest care.
If he could, he really wished he could turn things around and let everything start all over again, and fulfill all her wishes.
He also wanted to rub her into his veins and merge into one, letting his body temperature and heartbeat iron out all her uneasiness.
But he did not dare to do anything, lest a slight movement would startle her already sensitive and restless soul.
He gritted his teeth, finally took control of his body and took a step back.
He took a step back and stared at her hoarsely and gently, "Yaoyao, I'm your husband.
Have you forgotten me?"
"Husband" Tong Yao's moist eyes were full of confusion.
Which husband, she has only been married once, but in both lives, shouldn't there be two husbands?
Now Yuan Xun, she really can't tell which one it is.
"Have you forgotten that I swore to the gods in heaven that I would be your husband, and I would be your husband and I would accompany you and love you, whether you were rich or poor, whether you were healthy or sick, whether you liked or hated, whether you lived or died, wherever you were, and who would accompany you and love you all my life."
Tong Yao closed her eyes, tears sliding down.
How could she have forgotten that at his wedding ceremony with her, he had said this despite the lines set up in advance.
A calm and firm voice rang in his ears, a vow he had made at the age of twenty-three.
She covered her face and cried in a low voice: "Why, why did you marry me I hated you and hated you a long time ago, do you know, such a me, why do you still marry me" Tears welled up in her white fingers, and she cried like a child.
"Yaoyao, you actually asked me why I married you, don't you really know that I love you."
These three words came out of Yuan Xun's mouth, and they were very heavy.
He stepped forward quietly, stretched out his large hand, and carefully grasped his shoulders, which were trembling slightly from crying.
"Do you know what love is, do you know what my love is For me, love is that you have been integrated into my blood and bones, hidden in my heart, unless you scrape the bones for blood, unless you choke my heartbeat, otherwise I can't help but love you.
I can't wait to hold the best in the world in front of you, to take care of you with all my strength, to love you, and now you are asking me, why do you want to marry you, why do you want to be good to you" He smiled self-deprecatingly: "Do you think this needs a reason?"
In the next second, Tong Yao was hugged into his arms and hugged him fiercely, leaving no gap.
"Why are you avoiding me, are you afraid of me, I am your husband, the only person you can rely on, am I not worthy of your trust" Tong Yao only felt that she had suddenly come from the cold, damp and frightened into a warm embrace.
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She lay helplessly and dazed on his shoulders, her nails clutching at his blazer.
"I don't know" was in a state of confusion in her mind, and for a moment she couldn't tell if this was the world she had changed.
"Yaoyao, believe me, I will protect you and will not let anyone bully you.
We have been living well and well in the past.
It will be good in the future.
Have you forgotten that you said that you were going to give Yuan Xun a little sister, and you also said that you were going to tie her pigtails, and she was dressed like a little princess.
Our family of four is happily together and happy every day. ” The gentle and firm tone entered Tong Yao's ears, expelling the coldness and helplessness in her heart.
Her eyes widened blankly, and she desperately looked up at Won-hoon, trying to make out it.
Yuan Xun no longer has the domineering and toughness just now at this time, and his face is so thick that it can't be dissolved: "Don't be afraid.
At the beginning, because of what happened to my uncle and your mother, they had some misunderstandings, but it doesn't matter, I won't let them say anything, you will forget these things.
None of this matters, we don't live with them, and I don't let that affect our lives. ” His relief was as gentle as a spring breeze, blowing her heart and soothing every inch of her panic.
Her emotions slowly calmed down, closed her eyes, leaned against his chest, and once again tried to calm down in the confusion, thinking about everything in front of her.
"I have a few questions for you."
She bit her lip and pondered what to say, "Maybe I'm really sick, a lot of things, I don't remember." ” "Yaoyao, you ask.
You were hit so hard by the death of your mother-in-law that you did forget something.
Yuan Xun stared at his wife in his arms quietly and said softly.
His words made her feel a little safe, so after thinking about it, she finally asked: "Do you think I'm any different from before?"
"Is there any difference between you" Yuan Xun frowned and looked at Tong Yao suspiciously: "Yaoyao, don't think about it, you are my wife, no matter what, you are the most beautiful."
What's more, you have been beautiful all these years. ” On this point, Yuan Xun is telling the truth.
Perhaps because she has been staying indoors and rarely going out, and rarely dealing with people, twenty-five-year-old Tong Yao has no sense of being a woman and a mother at all, and her temperament is pure and weak, just like when she was seventeen or eighteen years old.
What's more, her voice is immature and even smaller.
Yuan Xun even felt that he had not married a wife, but raised a cowardly little daughter.
Tong Yao lowered her eyes weakly, she thought that Yuan Xun had misunderstood, misunderstood that she was worried about the decay of her beauty But that's fine.
She thought for a moment and asked, "Did I say anything like hating you before?"
Touching her head, she looked at Yuan Xun in confusion: "I always feel as if I said it, but I can't remember, can you tell me?"
Yuan Xun hugged her hand a little tighter, and his warm breath sprayed on her cheek.
Her heart sank slightly, is it really right, it is still like that, in this life, she still doubted that Yuan Xun had something to do with her mother's death At this time, she heard Yuan Xun whispering in her ear, "I said it." ” Tong Yao's throat felt as if someone had choked her.
At this moment, the wind stopped, breathing stopped, and the two looked at each other speechlessly.
"You are delicate and too sensitive, sometimes I am just greedy to get a few more times, and you love to cry and say that you hate me."
Won-hoon's voice was hoarse and low, and it was so sexy that it made people tremble.
Tong Yao's heart suddenly relaxed, she let out a long breath and closed her eyes.
He misunderstood, or rather, thought of something else Although his words made her shy, it at least showed that in this life, she had never said such a thing as hating him.
At least it's different from the previous life.
That's good.
She's a liar, but if this can make her better, she'd rather be like this for the rest of her life.
It's better than letting yourself sink into entanglement and pain like before, and it's yourself who hurts in the end.
She closed her eyes and leaned on Yuan Xun's shoulder tiredly but relaxedly: "I think, after a while, go and visit my mother's grave, is it okay?"
"Okay, we'll go wherever you want."
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