Eternal Love

  The one hundred and eleventh chapter love and hate (5)

  When Han Ji noticed again, Zhou Yan's hand holding the teacup was shaking, as if caused by anger, as if it would crush the teacup.

"Uh!?"

  Waiting for Zhou Yan to react, the temperature in his hand made him come back to his senses. It was Han Ji who stretched out to cover his hand holding the teacup.

   "It's hard to come by, don't you be so frowning, okay?"

  Han Ji took her hand back without a trace. She herself didn't know why she had done this behavior. When she realized it, her hand had already touched Zhou Yan's hand, which made her feel a little bit shy.

"I am sorry!"

   Zhou Yan lowered his eyelids slightly and said calmly. With Zhou Yan, Han Ji can always have unexpected gains. Who can make Zhou Yan say ‘I’m sorry’, besides facing Yinyin, who else? But Han Ji also knew that this was just Zhou Yan's expression of guilt.

after awhile

   "Go elsewhere."

"Ok."

Not long after    just sat down, Zhou Yan had already asked to leave. Han Ji knew that Zhou Yan still minded what others said, but didn't say anything, and blindly followed Zhou Yan.

Han Ji, who has barely gone out, once again discovered that the prosperity of [Holy City] was so lively and boiling even at night, but Han Ji did not pay much attention, and her attention was all walking in front of her silently. Zhou Yan felt unspeakable sadness...

   Ended the tasteless outing, Zhou Yan left with the waiting Zuo Yu just as soon as he returned to the place where he was staying. He didn't even greet him to leave.

  Dragging a heavy step, walking inadvertently to his residence. The distance from the door to his room is not very far, but it is unexpectedly long for Han Ji, as if it took a long time to return to his room...

"came back."

As the door was closed, a female voice rang in the room. Han Ji's heartbeat stopped immediately. She was panicked and looked into the room. Because there was no light on, she couldn't see the person's appearance, so she could only continue outside the room. The moonlight shows the approximate location of the figure.

   "You... why are you here."

  Han Ji seems to know who the person is, and the fear in her heart cannot be concealed in her voice.

   "What? Will I disturb you and Prince Jing's interest when I come?"

   "Where is Yier?"

  It seemed that he didn't care about the people who came, and Han Ji eagerly asked her about another person.

   "He? Of course it's fine."

   "Let me see him."

   "When I can see you will naturally let you meet."

  The visitor briskly rejected Han Ji's request, as if he was casual and indifferent, but Han Ji was anxious.

   "Why? Afraid that I will be against him?"

  It was like seeing through Han Ji's thoughts. When someone said that he could see through other people's thoughts even though he was in the dark, Han Ji was taken aback.

  "Don't worry, he is a bargaining chip with value. I will not do anything to him. Of course, it depends on whether you are willing to cooperate."

  Han Ji did not answer, but stared straight at the figure in the dark.

   "Speaking of which, he shouldn't know yet? It can be seen that he has never put you in his eyes, and he has not even noticed such a big thing."

  The visitor continued to talk, Han Ji could only listen, although she was unhappy, she was helpless.

   "Seriously, I was really surprised when I heard that he was going to bring you here. What is his heart? Can you tell me? I'm very curious."

   "...it has nothing to do with you."

   "Is it irrelevant?"

  The visitor repeated Han Ji's words, but Han Ji's back was chilled, and her mouth was silent.

"Forget it, I don’t have to worry about it, but he is still not a caring wife. Even if he takes you by his side, he doesn’t bother much, and now that someone has an accident, he doesn’t care about his wife. He will take you out tonight."

  The words of the incoming people are undoubtedly like sharp blades that cut wounds on Han Ji's body. There is no reason to refute, and they can only let the other party use the most truthful words to sting her heart.

"Do you want to insist? He doesn't love you at all, but you do so many things for him, silently enduring the pain. Of course, this is valuable to me for you; what about him? What about him? You know, but you don't hate him?"

  "This is my business. Whether you say that I am pretentious or hypocritical, I don't know what you want to do, but I won't let you hurt him, absolutely not."

   "Huh, what can you do? Don't forget that I still have a hostage in my hand, which can be used to restrict you. Even if you don't hurt him, you won't betray me. Of course, it is even more impossible to choose liberation."

  Listening to the people, Han Ji's hands clenched his fists, her nails almost sinking into the flesh, and she bit her lip without any rebuttal.

"I really don't understand. As long as you want, you can get real relief. Why do you need to defend someone who doesn't love or even hurts you all the time? He has never given you anything, but you can't even hate him. Now, do you have to choose this way of torturing yourself?"

   "I said this, my matter, it was my volition. I won't betray you, that's enough, isn't it? Even if you let me do anything, as long as it doesn't hurt him."

  In the front, Han Ji almost roared out, and only gradually calmed down to sadness in the back.

   "Ming Ming loves him but never tells it, obviously hates him but never shows it, in the end you get nothing."

  Is it sympathy or pity? What comes with sarcasm and even a little anger? But I couldn't help laughing at myself, because the people who came here didn't know if they were speaking to Han Ji or to themselves.