"Zi Yihan, let me go." After an unknown amount of time, Han Mengxiao said softly.
It turns out that there is a kind of pain that cannot shed tears when it reaches the extreme. Han Mengxiao laughed in her heart. It was not until this moment that she understood that she loved Zi Yihan very much, so she felt the pain to the point of sadness.
The voice was so light and empty, like it was spit out by a soulless body, but it was like thousands of needles piercing Zi Yihan's heart. He panicked and hugged Han Mengxiao tightly, as if he was afraid of something.
If you let go, you will lose everything.
Tears of regret quickly rolled down his face, and he shouted hoarsely: "No, I won't let go, even if I die!"
"Is it interesting?" Han Mengxiao turned his head back and looked into Zi Yihan's tearful eyes: "Zi Yihan, is it interesting that you look like this, such a scumbag?"
Zi Yihan saw Han Mengxiao's eyes, as calm as lake water without a ripple, and her heart sank to the bottom: "Meng, you... don't be like this..."
Han Mengxiao smiled, from the bottom of her heart to her face, and said: "Zi Yihan, you said you loved me, and I believed it. If you want to tell me that you and that Ziru have no relationship, I can believe it."
, so now, what do you want to do? Kill her? Or marry her? "
Zi Yihan's hand dropped weakly, and Han Mengxiao took half a step back and said: "Zi Yihan, kill her, you are reluctant to do so, and I am not that cruel. If I marry her, my world will be desolate."
Han Mengxiao pointed towards the door: "You, go out and leave me alone for a while."
Zi Yihan went out, but did not leave. Han Mengxiao closed the door behind him, and he stood on the doorstep, motionless, like a dead person.
Han Mengxiao closed the door, and her thin body slid along the door to the floor. The room was filled with the smell of wine. She covered her face and cried, but she couldn't cry.
Brother, where are you? Didn't you lie to me?
You say that I am the most carefree little fairy in heaven. He is the main god in the thirty-third heaven, who can change the rain and clouds. He and I are destined to be married, and our happiness will last forever. I am playful and enter
In the mortal world, he abandoned his divine status and followed me.
With such deep affection, how could he have an affair with another woman?!
He regretted it, yes, I saw his regret, but man, after the first time, will there be a second time? He didn't do it on purpose, could it be?
Brother, tell me, what should I do, what should I do...
At noon the next day, bright sunlight shone into the house through the window. Han Mengxiao stared at the light for a long time and opened the door. Zi Yihan stood on the steps without moving a step. When he saw her coming out, his eyes lit up and he quickly
When it became dim, he called out: "Dream..."
Han Mengxiao looked at him and said calmly: "I have some things to do. You broke my table and took three jars of wine. Without informing me, the price increased by eight thousand taels.
Give it to Sister Hong before the afternoon. If you miss one cent, I will auction your Prince Han's Mansion."
Her heart is half dead, but she cannot let herself fall into despair. This bright life will continue, and her life will also continue. Han Mengxiao wants to understand that there is a difference between active and passive. She will not fight all at once.
Although Zi Yihan died, she would never forgive him easily. Let's see what this man does first.
Hearing Han Mengxiao say this, Zi Yihan was ecstatic in her heart. She did not abandon him, did not leave him, and did not leave.