Seeing Qin Wuyan coming, Yu Sui was overjoyed, hurriedly stuffed the handkerchief into Zhuang Xiaoyu's hand, lifted her feet and went out quickly, and closed the bedroom door tightly.
Qin Wuyan walked up to Zhuang Xiaoyu, took the handkerchief from her hand, continued to twist her hair, carefully looked at Zhuang Xiaoyu's eyebrows and eyes in the mirror, and she lost so much weight after only two days of seeing each other. He said, "I'll ask Yu Sui to set up a meal. Shall I have something to eat?"
Zhuang Xiaoyu was noncommittal, Qin Wuyan had already opened the door and ordered to go down.
By the time Yu Sui arranged the food, Zhuang Xiaoyu's hair was already half dry, Qin Wuyan led her into the cubicle, and sat down at the table...
Boiled bird's nest porridge and black chicken soup with flower maw, both of which are nourishing and nourishing meals. After putting jade pieces and nurses on the plate, they quietly withdrew.
What was different from the past was that when there were only two of them left, the two of them sat facing each other in silence.
Qin Wuyan still filled Zhuang Xiaoyu with porridge and soup, took chopsticks, looked at her silently, did not eat, his eyes were shining like stars, and his pulse was full of affection.
Zhuang Xiaoyu lowered her head, took a sip of soup, and said softly, "I'm sorry!"
Qin Wuyan: "..."
Qin Wuyan's eyes were like the surface of a lake, as if blown by the wind, there were ripples.
Zhuang Xiaoyu said again: "I shouldn't have said those hurtful things to you."
Qin Wuyan pursed his lips, not knowing how to answer.
Those words really hurt him, but...
Zhuang Xiaoyu continued: "Qingyun said that you have nothing to do with the saint, and you have never crossed the threshold with Min Huizhu..."
Qin Wuyan's body froze.
Zhuang Xiaoyu's face was full of shame: "I shouldn't have lost my temper and said such hurtful things to you without listening to your explanation. It's my fault, it's my fault..."
Qin Wuyan: "..."
His throat was choked and he couldn't speak a lot.
The more Zhuang Xiaoyu said, the more guilty she felt: "If that person is not Qing Huan but you, then I'll say that, it's all my fault for wronging you, slandering you, and insulting you.
If you have complaints in your heart, you can speak out, and I will never blame you. "
She raised her head slightly and looked straight into his eyes: "Ayan, if I misunderstand you in the future, you must explain it to me clearly, instead of letting me misunderstand you.
If you don't explain it clearly to me, I will always think that you and Min Huizhu really had something, and I will feel uncomfortable, so I can only vent my anger on you.
As long as you have never had anything with other women, no matter what the truth is, I can accept it. If you can’t accept it, as long as you have never betrayed me, I will try to accept everything from your perspective... ..”
Qin Wuyan's fingers turned white while holding the chopsticks. He wanted to ask if he had ever sold his body in order to live well and be with her, and was treated by Min Huizhu as if he was the number one in Qinghuanlou. What would she think of him if she did something wrong to her, would she forgive herself?
Qin Wuyan lowered his head, indifferent and speechless.
The humiliating past between him and Min Huizhu was a past that he could hardly talk about in his life.
Although he is forced to.
Seeing that he kept silent, Zhuang Xiaoyu thought that she had gone too far this time and hurt him deeply. Seeing that the scratches on his neck had scabbed over, she asked in a low voice, "Does it still hurt?"
Qin Wuyan raised his eyes, not knowing why.
Zhuang Xiaoyu put down the bowls and chopsticks, crossed the long table, stretched his arms between his neck and gently rubbed his fingertips on his neck, "I was so angry that day, I..."