"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." She kept repeating her apology.
If she hadn't insisted on coming back, everything that happened later wouldn't have happened, and Feng Yao wouldn't have died.
At this moment, he could no longer take care of the man standing behind him.
Feng Ruohen was used to silence, what else could he say?
Who can guarantee that his heart will not bleed together?
Maybe...he is the one who hurts the most!
But at the same time, he is also the person who caused all this with his own hands.
Feng Yao's smile was like smoke, melting in the wind, "No..."
His voice was so clear, "I can no longer... care about... who is right... and who... is wrong."
He raised his eyelids and glanced at his brother. Feng Yao's handsome face smiled a little sadly.
Always in front of this man, his light will always be obscured.
Even except for He Lan Qin'er, Feng Ruohen never took away what he had.
With one move, he took the treasure in his heart.
But now everything is coming to an end, and I can no longer distinguish between right and wrong.
"So..." he said calmly, "stop blaming yourself."
I don’t know who this sentence is addressed to.
I... don't hate it anymore.
"Carpenter Pavilion..." Feng Yao said to Qin'er, "Everything there... is yours, but..."
With that said, he let go of Qin'er's hand and took out a hairpin carved from golden nanmu.
The wooden hairpin is extremely delicate and smooth with jade. The head of the hairpin is a blooming pear blossom. The stamens of the pear blossom are decorated with warm jade stones, and the edges are wrapped in hollow gold.
Lifelike, beautiful and graceful.
Judging from the workmanship, we all know that the person who made this hairpin must be obsessed with the woman he wants to give it to.
Under the gaze of three pairs of eyes, he handed the hairpin to Hua Shang.
Hua Shang was stunned, never thinking that he would give her anything.
Feng Yao took it with some surprise, and seemed to be relieved, "The person who is sorry for you... is me."
A hairpin that represents his feelings can no longer make up for anything, and there is only so much he can give her.
Hua Shang lowered his head slightly and shed a few tears. Then his shoulders trembled and he laughed heartbrokenly, "I will never forgive you."