Yan Jiuming didn't know.
On such a night, he couldn't tell whether he said this sentence to Chongmen Huan or to the woman he hated so much in his heart.
Emotionally, he knew that he regarded Chongmenhuan as Qin Xuanji.
He always wanted her to be a mother in the world.
There is no one in the world who can replace it.
But the resentment and disgust for her made him feel that it was too cheap to forget her like this, and she was not worthy.
This can only be said to Chongmenhuan.
The sound of lightning and thunder roared through the sky, and when the man put her on the bed, he saw her miserable little face, and he was inexplicably a little compassionate.
This face is really too similar.
In the past, there were many sweet words and love words between the bedside, but now they are all gone.
He couldn't help but reach out, the back of his hand sliding over the girl's delicate cheeks.
Chongmen Huan's body froze, and his touch made her heart tumble for a while, and she couldn't convince herself to continue pretending, and subconsciously hid to the side.
Leaving Yan Jiuming's hand still there, empty and unsettled.
The atmosphere has changed from the confusion just now to a little embarrassing, which is a little suffocating.
Yan Jiuming didn't speak, and she didn't want to speak, so she let the atmosphere continue to stagnate, and there was only a shallow sound of wind in her ears, which was the wind blowing in from the window and there was nowhere to hide.
It's not very comfortable to go around between two people.
In the long silence, she seemed to hear a very small sigh from the man, very subtle, so subtle that she would not have heard it if it weren't for the silence of the air.
When the sigh fell, the man turned away.
He walked out of the gauze tent, and the voice floated in: "You can sleep in peace, I will accompany you tonight." ” The man sat down in front of the beauty couch outside the gauze tent, crossed his legs, closed his eyes and began to meditate.
The air was quiet again, and there was no sound at all.
The ruthless and ruthless Yan Jiuming would be so tender and considerate, afraid that she would be afraid, so he specially stayed with her.
Knowing that she resisted him, he did not touch her.
If she didn't know the true face of this man's cruelty and ruthlessness, she would still be attracted to him and moved by him as she was when she was a girl many years ago.
And then for him, there was no return.
In this silent night, she opened her eyes and thought about the tragic situation of Tsing Yi, looking at the vague shadow of the man sitting outside the gauze tent, and wished she could give him a knife now.
All the disasters she is experiencing now are because of this man in front of her. once thought that he could give her a lifetime of stability, but never thought that all the winds and waves later were given by him.
How can this hatred be quelled?
Only Yan Jiu died, only the world of Southern Qin was overturned, and only the corpses of his royal Yan family were all over the field, just like her Qin family, was the end of her revenge.
Those who lose her will die.
Tonight, Yan Jiuming is here, which is the beginning of her revenge.
I didn't expect that she would need to use Tsing Yi's death to fulfill her and take a step forward on the road to revenge.
The story of her and Yan Jiuming is a new story.
On this night when Tsing Yi didn't add charcoal to her, even if she hugged the quilt tightly, she still felt cold to the bone.
That cold is deep in the bone marrow.
At the end of the night, she tossed and turned in bed and slept very unsteadily.
I dreamed over and over again that the child was crying and calling her A-Niang, tilting her neck and saying to her, "A-Niang, it hurts!"
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