after losing heart

Chapter 96 [111] The person who cares most
After a long time, I heard his voice coming through the rain curtain, "Are you also disappointed in this king?"

Yang Hen was stunned, he didn't expect him to ask such a question, especially when asked such a question to him, for a while, he didn't know how to answer it.

The night was very dark, and the rain was heavy. I couldn't see the expression on the man's face, but I could only see that his whole body was soaked, and the brocade robe was all stuck to his body, making his figure more and more vigorous and upright.

Yang Hen suddenly thought, is he punishing himself, or keeping himself awake?
Maybe both?

"Actually, Fourth Master shouldn't blame himself too much. After all, Fourth Master doesn't want to do this either. It's just good fortune to trick people..."

Although he knew that everything Concubine Liang did was for the benefit of this man, but sometimes, some of that woman's methods were really too cruel and domineering, and even he couldn't accept it.

He understands this man's suffering, his struggle, his helplessness, and his self-blame, he understands them all.

There are too many burdens on him, too many responsibilities.

He can't hate the mother and concubine who is devoted to him, but he can't just watch his woman and child being strangled like this.

He knew that he wanted to protect them and tried his best, but he didn't expect to push them into the abyss of despair with his own hands in the end.

One death and one injury.

"Master, why don't you tell the truth to Master Qian! In this world, unless there are unavoidable difficulties, no man is willing to say that his child belongs to someone else. I just want to better protect their mother and child by doing all this. I believe Master Qian will understand you."

Tell the truth?
Su Mo smiled and shook his head lightly.

He's not one to explain, never has been.

Moreover, there is no need for this.

"Go back, you've been tossing all night."

He reached out and patted Yang Hen's shoulder, perhaps, in this world, he is the only person who understands him.

After the words fell, turn around.

Suddenly, his footsteps froze, and he couldn't move any more.

In the rain, one person and one umbrella stood quietly, as if standing for a long time.

Feeling his strangeness, Yang Hen also turned his head, and suddenly, his expression changed.

"Master Qian..."

When did she come out?How long have you been here?How much of their conversation did she hear?
At that moment, Yang Hen even hoped that it would be great if he heard it.

Su Mochen didn't speak, but just stared at the woman quietly, with rain on his face, no expression could be seen.

The woman didn't speak either, she was dressed in pure white pajamas, her head was full of blue hair, she was holding an umbrella in one hand, and she stood motionless in front of them, in the gray rain, she was as ethereal as a phantom that would disappear at any time.

"Your subordinate will resign!" Yang Hen bowed to the two of them.

Neither of them paid him any attention.

He curled his lips and turned to leave.

In the rainy night of the dark night, the two continued to face each other for a long time, neither of them spoke, neither of them took a step forward, they just stood there, as if they wanted to stand for eternity.

After an unknown amount of time, the woman suddenly turned around and walked into the house.

"A Thousand Cities!"

A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and Su Mochen finally couldn't help calling softly with a hoarse throat.

The woman's footsteps did not stop, her soft shoes stepped on the puddles on the ground, splashing strings of rain columns.

"A Thousand Cities!"

In the rain all over the sky, Su Mochen rushed over quickly and hugged the woman tightly from behind.

As soon as the woman froze, she let him hold her, without making a sound, without struggling, or resisting. She just let him hold her. The paper umbrella in her hand slipped and fell to the ground. Rolling in the rain, I don't know where it blows.

Su Mochen hugged her tightly, even a little ruthlessly, wishing to rub her whole body into his flesh and blood, and didn't care that he was soaked, soaked the clothes on the woman's back, and even didn't care if the woman was in poor health and couldn't get wet rain.

Soon, the woman was like him, without a dry inch of her body.

"Su Mochen... I'm in pain!"

When the woman's weak voice came, Su Mochen thought he was dreaming.

Her heart was beating wildly, she spoke, she was finally willing to speak.

Although it is... she hurts.

she hurts?

His heart skipped a beat, and then he remembered that she had just experienced a catastrophe of life and death, what was he doing?Let her be here in the rain!
"Let's go in!" He bent down, wrapped her in his arms, and hurried into the room.

Chunlan and Xia Lian, who were dozing in the room, were awakened by the noise. When they saw the drenched two, they were startled and flustered. They got up quickly and took clean clothes from the closet.

But the woman nestled in Su Mochen's arms and refused to let go.

"Thousands of cities?" Su Mochen's voice trembled even he didn't notice it.

There was a strong feeling in his heart, he didn't know what it was, he just felt that there was suffocating pain and exhilarating joy.

The person in his arms refused to look up, he felt warm liquid wet the front of his chest.

He knew that it was not rain, the rain was cold, but her tears, which wet his clothes, penetrated his skin, and penetrated his marrow because of the scalding heat.

He seldom saw her cry, but today she cried twice. In the study, she had tears in her eyes and a smile on her face, stubborn and proud. This time, she shed tears silently and buried her face deeply. help but sad.

"A Thousand Cities!"

With his big palm stroking her trembling back, he raised his head slightly, took a deep breath, and realized for the first time that he couldn't speak.

On the side, Chunlan and Xia Lian held their clothes and looked at the two people who were hugging each other wet, looking at each other, at a loss.

"Leave it alone!" He gestured to the two of them.

The two put their clothes on a chair wing next to them, bowed and retreated, and gently closed the door.

There were only two people left in the room.

Su Mochen held the woman's face in his arms with both hands, and lifted it up bit by bit, the woman stared at him with red eyes, not knowing whether it was rain or tears, her face was already messed up.

Su Mochen only felt a heart as if there were countless hands scratching fiercely. He raised his hand and gently wiped the water stains on her face with his fingertips.

He is not a person who is easily emotional, and he can control his emotions very well. However, today, it seems that he has tasted all emotions, pain, heartbreak, helplessness, anger, hope, jealousy, and ecstasy.

Who said that there will always be a day when the physical injury will heal, but the person who can hurt your heart, make your heart and lungs painful, and there is no cure, must be the person you care about the most?

The person you care about the most?

Is she the one you care about most?
Obviously not!It was another woman clearly engraved on the tip of his heart.

Is he the one she cares about the most?
Obviously not!Obviously, it was another man who lingered in her heart.

Today, when she gave up trying to survive, he only whispered a word in her ear, a word about that man, and she woke up.

He said, "Qiancheng, you must survive, Xiao Han told you to survive!"

What does it mean for a woman to live for a man?
No one knew the feeling in his heart at the moment when she saw her eyelashes trembling, there was ecstasy, she finally reacted, there was loss, her reaction was for another man.

At that moment, he even had the urge to grab her hard and ask him who that man was.

On the day of the product meeting, she grabbed him and called him Xiao Han; on the night of Yuxiangfang, she took his hand and called him Xiao Han.

He suddenly had a very strong feeling that she just regarded him as a substitute for the man named Xiao Han.

"Please go out, fourth master! I want to change clothes!"

The woman brushed off his hand suddenly, picked up the clothes on the wing of the chair, and took a few steps back.

Su Mo was stunned. Although the woman's eyes were still red, her face was cold and she looked like she was rejecting others for thousands of miles.

The weakness before the moment seemed to be just a dream of his.

Su Mochen wanted to persevere, but he also knew this woman's stubborn nature. After all, her body really couldn't stand wearing such wet clothes.

"Then you have a good rest, I will come to see you tomorrow morning!" He said, coughing suddenly.

He might be sick tomorrow too.

Staring at her deeply, he turned around and walked out.

After closing the door heavily, Qiancheng leaned against the door slumped, tears welling up in his eyes again.

Perhaps the most hurtful thing in this world is not hatred, but the inability to even hate.

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Dear friends, you have also seen it. The previous article is all from the perspective of the heroine. Now it is slowly introduced into the heart of the hero. The relationship and feelings of each character will gradually become clear. Dear friends, please look forward to it~~
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