Chapter 92

"What are you doing?"

Angry voices rang through the room.

Ye Huanyan's hand shook, and the diary slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, making a dull noise.

The book that had been opened was now torn apart in front of her eyes. With the draught that he opened the door, pieces of the past that people dared not look directly at were raised, which was the naked and cruel truth.

It is also the reason why Ling Han's attitude towards her has been so uncertain for so long.

She should have thought of it long ago. She should have thought of why Jiang Meilan died so long. He always likes to compare her with himself, 'what are you pretending to be like Jiang Meilan?' She had heard this many times and should have thought of it.

The figure at the door came to the bed and stared at her with cold eyes.

Her face was stiff, and the tears in her eyes fell, like pearls with broken lines, constantly.

She quickly avoided her sight, squatted down and picked up the scattered pieces of paper, incoherent, humble to the dust,

"Sorry, i... I pick it up, I pick it up now..."

I'm sorry. She's sorry for him. It turns out that she's really sorry for him.

"No, I don't think my mother would want you to touch her things if she were alive."

Ye Huanyan's fingers paused slightly and said mechanically, "sorry."

"Diary, have you read it?"

There was no temperature in the voice overhead. The condescending attitude was very arrogant, but it was taken for granted.

She squatted on the ground, her legs and feet numb, and her nerves seemed to become slow. She seemed to feel the blood solidifying in her body. Her heart beat very slowly, her sight was blurred, and her voice seemed to be unable to make a sound.

"Now that you know, get out of here."

She clutched the yellow paper in her hand. Under such circumstances, she found that there was a trace of reluctance in her heart, and her voice trembled,

"You did this to me because my mother got involved in the marriage between uncle Ling and your mother?"

Ling Han's eyebrows flashed a trace of gloom,

"Don't forget, you asked for it that night."

"I can apologize for my mother, but it's a matter of the previous generation. What does it have to do with us?"

Ye Huanyan clutched those diaries and tried to raise her head. It seemed that only in this way could she convince herself,

"My mother said that people should look forward. I'm sorry about this, but..."

"Nothing, but, you go, I don't want to see you again."

Ling Han interrupted her words, with an impatient tone, "I'm not interested in you. You're enough to repay."

"But you still keep the sketch I drew for you, the one eight years ago. You still keep my photo, Ling Han, dare you say you don't have me in your heart?"

Ye Huanyan holds the napkin in her other hand. She is not reconciled. She knows that Ling Han has her in her heart. Even if Jiang Meilan was a junior in those days, even if her mother stepped into the man's family in front of her, she also accepted it instead of her mother. Do you want her to leave now? She can't do it.

Since childhood, Jiang Meilan gave her education of moderate self-examination, rather than taking others' faults on herself. That is the behavior of the virgin, which will only make her life very unhappy.

Ling Han's eyes solidified on the sketch, and the wind roared out of the window. There seemed to be a storm in his eyes, and the paper was torn to pieces in ye Huanyan's eyes, just like the photo.

"It's just a piece of paper. How much weight do you think it can have? Ye Huanyan, you think highly of yourself."

Hearing this sentence, looking at the flying scraps of paper, she breathed a sigh of relief, calm and terrible,

"Tear it. I know you have me in your heart. What if you tear it up? If I don't go, whether you want me to stay to atone for my mother or torture me, I won't go. Even if your mother is still alive, I certainly don't want you to worry about their pain."

Ling Han's eyes grew red. He lifted the cold and terrible woman on the carpet, almost strangling her.

"You want to atone for Jiang Meilan? What does this sentence mean and how much do you know?"

Ye Huanyan's face gradually turned blue, but he stubbornly clenched his teeth and refused to say a soft word, "since you think these mistakes can only fall on me now, no matter what it is, I am willing to bear it."

Her body was in the air under his great strength and fell on the bed. It was not painful, but her internal organs were hit and made her almost suffocate. She bit her teeth painfully and refused to make a weak cry, but such a move angered Ling Han.

"What do you think you are? What can you bear except having sex with me?"

His breathing was very heavy, sweeping his neck, leaving a shiver.

Their chests fluctuated violently. With the fluctuation, they clung together, then separated, and then clung together.

Ye Huanyan clenched her teeth, clutching the quilt under her, word by word, very clear in the dark night,

"Whatever you want, I'll give you whatever you want, and I'll give you my life."

Ling Han stared at her coldly, and his red eyes were full of anger. In such anger, his eyes crossed the bed under him, and suddenly sneered, bent down and whispered in her ear.

Then in her frightened and shocked eyes, she tore open her shirt with both hands without pity.

In the messy room, in the accumulated resentment, in her messy crying cavity,

She was severely asked again and again.

Until she was paralyzed, until her groans covered the wind roaring outside the window, until her tears dried up, and even her breathing could involve the pain around her,

The pain like the tide gradually numbed her senses. She was lying in bed like a broken doll, looking at the man beside the bed in fear.

His shoulders are very wide, as if they can support her world, but his shoulders are not his destination.

His low breath in her ear just before the storm came was playing in his mind,

"Jiang Meilan can't wait to take you to occupy the magpie's nest, so she can't even wait for the last month of my mother's cancer. She made a car accident and lied about it. Wouldn't she have nightmares lying on my mother's bed?"

She stared at him in a daze, unable to believe what she had heard.

"Don't you believe it? This bed belongs to my mother. I remember when I lie down every night that the marriage involved is not just the gratitude and resentment of the previous generation. It is a stain caused by Jiang Meilan and Ling Dongming. Even if you don't know it, it's also filthy on you!"

Her expression was numb, and her hand clutching the quilt gradually loosened, and her tone could not hear a ripple, as if it were an inquiry or just a statement,

"Just because I'm Jiang Meilan's daughter?"

"Jiang Meilan, the murderer who killed my mother." Ling Han looked back slowly, looking calm and terrible,

"Since you are so unwilling to leave, then stay and this bed will be yours in the future."

When her fingers touched the sheet, her body trembled for no reason, and she was suddenly awakened, as if there were thorns on the bed. She suddenly turned over and fell under the bed, shrinking to a corner.