Looking at the breakfast he made in front of her, and recalling his hearty smile just now, Tong Yiqing suddenly smelled danger.
He asked: "Zeyu, this breakfast should be the last breakfast in my life, right?"
"You think I was poisoned? Don't you love me? Why don't you believe me?"
In the questioning tone, Wen Zeyu's expression showed surprise and a hint of admiration.
This girl is much smarter than a pig.
Faced with Wen Zeyu's rhetorical question, Tong Yiqing didn't know what to say.
The old man led her into the hell of Ba Yunju with a hearty smile and a gentle mask.
And damn in love with him.
She loves the man in front of her more than she hates him.
Knowing that there was a falsehood hidden in his hearty smile, this breakfast was probably poisoned.
She finally made a choice between life and death.
"Zeyu, I don't blame you."
Tong Yiqing's words were unclear.
But Wen Zeyu knew the meaning behind his words.
She said this because she thought the breakfast was poisonous, and she didn't blame him for poisoning it.
Will also choose to eat them.
I saw her picking up the piece of toast with strawberry jam on it and taking a small bite. Tears suddenly flowed across her cheeks like a kite with a broken string, dripping on her slender thighs and soaking a large piece of clothes.
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"Zeyu, I hope you can be happy and free from hatred. I will miss you in heaven. I...I love you."
While eating, Tong Yiqing looked at Wen Zeyu's beautiful face with nostalgia with her tearful beautiful eyes.
After hearing these words, Wen Zeyu's heart skipped a beat again. This was her third confession.
His heart, which could only tolerate his fiancée Xiao Qiao, was shaken.
Slowly stretched out his hand, gently wiped away the tears on her face, and said softly: "Xiaoqing, don't cry, this breakfast is not poisonous."
It was a long-lost call. She hadn't heard him call her Xiaoqing in some days.
Tong Yiqing still didn't believe what he said and was 100% sure that this breakfast was poisonous.
The tears seemed to be endless and kept flowing, wetting Wen Zeyu's slender right hand.
Wen Zeyu saw despair and nostalgia in her eyes.
Wen Zeyu felt helpless as he looked at Tong Yiqing, who was eating toast one bite at a time.