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The clearer his eyes were, the deeper they seemed.

"It has nothing to do with me, but why should you cling to a dead person. In this case, there are only two explanations. She doesn't love you, and she will always be turbulent if she doesn't get it. The second one is that you killed her.

, you feel guilty, so you would rather let yourself live in pain and suffering." Her calmness, her sharpness and rationality, unfolded in his unprepared way, making it impossible for him to escape, and could only allow her to tear him apart piece by piece.

Tear open and dissect.

Meng Wanhua paused for a moment, and the obsidian-like eyes clearly reflected Nan Chenyu's silent expression and deep eyes. The voice sounded in Nan Chenyu's ears like a magic spell, suddenly overturning the situation.

His whole world. "And you are both. She didn't love you, but you killed her, right?"[

There was absolute certainty in the rhetorical question. For a moment, Nan Chenyu's intuition was turned upside down. His amber eyes kept trembling, and his thin lips also trembled slightly.

She who knew nothing about her, who knew nothing about her, actually saw herself so clearly... What she had never dared to admit, what she had never dared to face, she actually dug them all out so directly, naked,

Put it naked before your eyes.

It's not enough to turn your world into chaos, but also to completely overturn it?

...A long silence spread between the two of them, which was different from the silence in the past. This silence seemed particularly solemn, so solemn that both of them breathed slowly.

"Meng Wanhua, my highness looks down on you." You are wiser, calmer, and smarter than I thought. You are wise enough to penetrate a person's heart. After a long time, Nan Chenyu broke the silence, and his voice sounded a little tired.

Yes, he is tired, really tired. In the past four years, he has been suffering from pain, regret and longing. There are so many women around him, but he has never been able to point to the bottom of his heart like this. Even the most basic understanding is not enough, except for

Being jealous is useless.

Even Liuying was only three-thirds like her. And this three-thirds of resemblance gave him a ridiculous dream, so he would rather choose to perish.

Tired, really tired. Nan Chenyu buried his head in Meng Wanhua's shoulder, his hot breath hit her body, and an indescribable feeling spread.
Chapter completed!