Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

A feeling that is not about love is quietly dense in the ward, warm and long

Xu Jia's heart is also instantly relaxed. Isn't this feeling very good and warm? Why, to force a fruitless love?

She looked at him and finally said, "brother Qi, can you tell me the story between you and the woman named butterfly?"

His face had a moment of stiffness, the name violated the deepest minefield in his heart. However, looking at her clear and caring eyes, he didn't want to avoid it.

He let go of her hand and said to her, "roll up the bed for me. I want to lie down and talk to you slowly, OK?"

Her heart was lifted and he was finally willing to open up.

She rolled up the bed for him a little, and put a big pillow on his back so that he could lie more comfortable. His illness had just begun to improve. She knew that his whole body and mind were weak and tired.

She regretted it again. Would it make him too tired to let him talk about emotional things now? She said with some regret: "maybe we can talk about it another day. When you're better? "

Although his face was pale and haggard, he shook his head firmly. He sighed in a low voice and said, "let me tell you. For so many days, I've been looking for someone to tell her and our story."

Xu Jia could not object any more. He just nodded, moved his chair closer and sat down beside him.

Xu Jia sat beside him, listening to his low and magnetic voice, feeling the suffering between a man's love and hate. In his story, she saw a beautiful and kind-hearted woman who was hurt so much and deeply because of his hatred;

She also saw how a man wrapped in hatred struggled between love and hate. Every injury to the loved one, every point will be deeper and heavier to himself.

It turned out that he and the woman, the woman named Lin Yiwan, would be such a story. And all this, because of too much wind, frost, rain and snow during the period, has become more and more remote, but just so, it also makes it more unforgettable, unable to let go.

She thought, she can understand his heart at the moment. All hate at this time, has been gradually away, leaving only a love but not pain. She felt his frustration, his pain, his despair.

She raised her head and looked into his eyes deeply: "elder brother Qi, since you love her so much, since all the hatred has become the past, why don't you try to start over with her?"

Qi Aozhi's body was shocked. He didn't expect that she would say such words. This is what he didn't dare to think about, but secretly hoped in his heart. However, he always knew that this was just a luxury. How could Yiwan forgive him? How could they have a future?

He shook his head bitterly, rubbed his eyebrows with his hand, then sighed and said, "I have done so many unforgivable things to her, how can she forgive me? You won't understand how hateful and hateful the way she looked at me. Even if she killed me thousands of times, she couldn't get rid of it. Back in the past, it's impossible, it's impossible. "

Xu Jia looked at his painful frown and felt a pain in her heart. She knew that what he said was not true. The deep resentment between the two families was interspersed with the death of their closest relatives. It was not easy to get back together. Just, looking at his pain, she was so distressed.