But of these two people, one is heartbroken, aloof, and unwilling to forgive. The other does not understand love, is strong and overbearing, and cannot compromise.
On this road of love, after they have struggled and shed blood, the old wounds have not healed, and they will be scratched by thousands of new wounds!
Thousands of words, nothing to say, finally reduced to three words: "I'm sorry."
Ye Hua weakly let go of Han Mengxiao's hand: "If you are tired, go and have a good rest. I allow you to attend the lantern banquet, but before that, you must go to Qianbi Fairy Mountain with me!"
He was the one who let her down first. She was right. No matter what, it was him who hurt her. There was no way to erase the hurt she had suffered. Since she was unwilling to listen, what happened in her previous life in the future?
He stopped talking about it.
But, even if he was sorry for her, she would never think of running away from him!
God knows, that day, when he saw her jumping off the Immortal Killing Platform with his own eyes and heard the gentle Xue Ge's angry screams, how desperate he felt, and what kind of death wish he had, sealing off his divine power to the sky,
Colliding against the barrier between heaven and earth again and again... He would never let such a thing happen a second time.
He wants to hold her tightly and never let go!
"Then let me go if you have the ability to do so!" After saying this, Han Mengxiao raised his legs and strode away.
As expected, he has turned back into the Lord of Heaven, Ye Hua. He is stingy! Arrogant! Domineering!
In the second half of the autumn night, there was a bit of chill. Han Mengxiao couldn't sleep at night. He stood in front of the window for two hours and blew the wind. The next day, he developed a high fever, which made him feel confused.
By the time she woke up again, it was already the afternoon of the third day.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Ye Hua sitting motionless on the imperial chair beside the bed. His whole body seemed like a piece of ice that had not melted for millions of years. What was even more shocking was that his eyes were bright red, exuding such bloodlust.
There was a bright light, and there was a layer of purple-red energy surrounding his body. It was not divine energy or demonic energy, but a kind of energy that Han Mengxiao could not distinguish.
Like a judge, he stared at Han Mengxiao's belly: "Tell me, whose child is it?"
Fear! Sensing from every cell in her body, Han Mengxiao finally discovered that she was still afraid because of the man in front of her. It was obvious that she wanted to take revenge on him, but the way he looked at this moment seemed like she had betrayed him.
!
Han Mengxiao believed 200% that Ye Hua was irrational at this moment. If what she said dissatisfied him at all, he would kill her directly!
She must have been sick and had a fever, so he easily discovered the child in her belly. He couldn't remember anything in this life. Did he think the child was a bastard?
What an irony!
Regarding the child, she had never wanted to hide it from him since she knew he had lost his memory of this life, but she didn't want to hide it, and she didn't want to take the initiative to tell him, but now...
"What's your tone?" Under the quilt, Han Mengxiao clenched his fists tightly and said quietly: "What do you mean? Is it possible that you still want to kill your own flesh and blood?"
The man's body trembled obviously, and Han Mengxiao continued to say bitterly: "That's right, you have forgotten what happened in this life, not to mention my child, you don't like it either."