Chapter 92

"What are you doing?"

Sullen voices rang through the room.

Ye Huanyan shakes her hand, and the diary slips from her hand and falls to the ground, making a dull sound.

The book, which had been opened, now fell apart in front of her eyes. With the wind of opening the door, it raised pieces of the past that people did not dare to look directly at. It was a naked and cruel truth.

It is also the reason why Ling Han's attitude towards her is so uncertain for such a long time.

She should have thought about it. She should have thought about why Jiang Meilan died so long ago. He always liked to compare her with himself. "What do you pretend to be like Jiang Meilan?" She had heard that many times and should have thought of it.

The figure in front of the door came to the bed and looked at her coldly.

Her face was stiff, and the tears in her eyes were falling like pearls that had broken the thread.

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

"Sorry, i... I'll pick it up, I'll 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 slightly, mechanical way, "sorry."

"Have you read the diary?"

There is no temperature in the voice coming from the top of the head, and the condescending posture is very arrogant, but it is so natural.

She squatted on the ground, legs numb, nerves seem to have become slow, she seems to be able to feel the blood in the body a little bit of coagulation, the heart beat very slowly, blurred vision, voice seems to make no sound.

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

She clenched the yellow paper in her hand. Under such circumstances, she found that her heart was still a little unwilling and her voice was shaking,

"You are doing this to me because my mother got involved in Uncle Ling's marriage with your mother?"

Ling Han's brow 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 holds those diaries and tries to raise her head. It seems that only in this way can 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, tone a little impatient, "I'm not interested in you, the repayment, you also enough."

"But you still have the sketch I drew for you, the one eight years ago, and you still have my picture, Linghan. 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 the third child in that year, even if her mother was involved in the man's family in front of her, she should accept it instead of her mother. Do you want her to leave now? She can't do it.

As a child, Jiang Meilan's education is to reflect on herself moderately, not to take other people's faults on herself. That's the virgin's behavior, which will only make her life very unhappy.

Ling Han's eyes are fixed on the sketch. The wind is howling outside the window. There seems to be a storm in his eyes. The paper is torn to pieces in front of Ye Huanyan's eyes, just like the photo.

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

Hearing these words, looking at the flying scraps of paper, she was relieved and calm,

"Tear it. I know you have me in your heart. What if you tear it up? If I don't go, no matter you want me to stay to make atonement for my mother or torture me, even if your mother is still alive, I certainly don't want you to worry about their affairs. "

Ling Han's eyes gradually red, he picked up the cold and terrible woman on the carpet, almost strangled her out of breath.

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

Ye Huanyan's face turned blue gradually, but she was still biting her 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 soared in the air. Under his great strength, she fell on the bed without pain. However, she was almost suffocated by the impact of the viscera. She bit her teeth in pain and refused to make a weak cry. But this action angered Ling Han.

"What do you think you are and what else can you stand?"

Ye Huanyan clenched her teeth and clutched the sheets under her body. Every word was clear in the dark,

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

Ling Han stares at her coldly. In her red eyes, he is annoyed like a tsunami. In such annoyance, he suddenly sneers and leans down to whisper in her ear.

In the mess of the room, in the long accumulated resentment, in her messy crying.

The wave of pain gradually numbed her senses, she was like a dilapidated doll lying on the bed, looking at the man beside the bed in horror. His shoulders are very wide, as if to support her world, but his shoulders are not his own destination. Just before the storm came, he gasped in her ear. "Jiang Meilan can't wait to take you to the nest, so she can't even wait for the last month of my mother's cancer. She's making a car accident and lying in my mother's bed. Won't she have a nightmare?" She was staring at him, unable to believe what she had heard“ Don't you believe it? This bed belongs to my mother. When I lie down every night, I remember that the marriage involved is not just the enmity of the previous generation. It's a stain. It's caused by Jiang Meilan and Ling Dongming. Even if you don't know it, it's also dirty on you! " She looks numb, holding the sheet hand gradually loose, tone can not hear a wave, as if to ask, as if just statement, "just because I am Jiang Meilan's daughter?"“ Jiang Meilan is the murderer who killed my mother. " Ling Han slowly turned his head, looking calm and terrible, "since you don't want to go, then stay, this bed will be yours in the future." When her fingers touched the sheet, her body suddenly woke up with a sudden shudder. As if there were thorns on the bed, she suddenly turned over and fell under the bed and shrank into the corner. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.