In the silent night, the two people just looked at each other.

For a moment, Ling still felt as if she had come back to the scene when she saw him for the first time. At that time, his face was the same as now, without any expression. The deep and beautiful peach blossom eyes were full of cold empty.

"Ah Jin, I'm sorry." She murmured, the voice of apology, in the night, it is particularly clear.

Yi Jin leaves the eye Mou lightly to hang down, "excuse me? What are you sorry for? "

"I know I shouldn't kneel down like that today and beg you. I know how much you hate your mother, but I still ask you to forgive her. " She said.

She never thought that one day such a complicated situation would be met by her. She had to repay the kindness of her master and mother, but the last thing she wanted was to hurt him.

Maybe people are always partial. In this world, the person she cares about most is always him!

And the last person she wants to hurt is him!

Yi Jin from still low head, did not make a sound.

Ling still step by step to continue to approach him, until between each other, only one step away, "Jin, forgive me, OK?"

His eyelashes trembled a little, slowly raised his eyes, that pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, now is deep dark, "do you want me to forgive you?"

"Well."

"Then how much do you love me?" He asked abruptly.

"I -" she took a deep breath, flashed the scene of her falling into the sea five years ago, "I love you, for me, you are more important than my own life."

He suddenly sneered, a touch of irony, rippled in the corner of his lips, "more important than your own life? But you can kneel down and beg me for a teacher's mother who has known me for only two or three years. You even know how that woman once hurt me. Can you believe what you say now? "

"How can you believe that?" Ling still said.

Yi Jin said coldly, "don't interfere in the affairs between me and that woman. Even if they come to you again and ask you to intercede, you won't say a word of intercession for them!"

Ling is still a smothering, as if forced into a desperate situation.

She knew that it was impossible for him to give up revenge on his teacher's mother. After all, the injury he suffered was too deep and too heavy to be remedied overnight.

But the teacher's mother is very old, and the teacher has always been very kind to her. They two old people can't afford his revenge.

Her silence seemed to be in his expectation.

"You can't even do this. Do you really believe that you love me so much?" He light way, stood up body, back over body, don't want to look at her again.

See her, will only let his mood more bad, will only let him feel his love more ridiculous.

He has always understood that her love for him is far less than his love for her, isn't it?