Huo Shaojun stared at the tears on Jian Liangtong’s face, his voice cold and haunting, "Feeling better? If not, go ahead again."
Jian Liangtong’s body trembled uncontrollably, "I hate you!"
Huo Shaojun lowered his eyes and suddenly grabbed Jian Liangtong’s hand, fiercely slapping his own face with it.
Jian Liangtong’s eyes widened, crying, "You madman, madman... let go, let go..."
Huo Shaojun disregarded Jian Liangtong’s pain and panic, continuously pulling her hand to hit his face.
"Ah... why are you... why are you doing this... let go..."
"What do you want from ?"
"Stop hitting, stop hitting, sob..."
"Please, stop hitting..."
"Ah... it hurts so much, it hurts so much, why..."
"..."
Jian Liangtong’s emotions finally crumbled.
She reached out to clutch the spot over her heart, crying as she collapsed onto his chest.
What happened between them?
Why did they end up like this?
Who was wrong, who was wrong...
Jian Liangtong lifted her tear-stained face, released her grip on her chest, and touched the face reddened from being "hit," "Tell , what do you want from ?"
She couldn’t bring herself to hit him!
Even in anger, that slap earlier wasn’t delivered with full force.
But the countless slaps he forced her to deliver were done with full strength each ti.
"Brother, how do I make it so you don’t hate? Please tell , won’t you? I’m begging you, tell ."
Huo Shaojun’s eyes were blood-red, his large hand covered Jian Liangtong’s hand lightly touching his face, squeezing tightly, "You should tell what I should do with you?"
"..."
After the extre emotional outburst, the body beca an empty shell, piled with desolation and barrenness.
Jian Liangtong leaned against Huo Shaojun’s chest, the steady sound of a man’s heartbeat in her ears.
At this mont, Huo Shaojun shed his violence and harshness, transforming into that gentle, world-class boy in their mories.
He softly stroked her long hair, gazing at her eyes gently and warmly. "Brother," Jian Liangtong suddenly spoke, her soft, lodious voice seed to drift from a distant place.
"Hmm." Huo Shaojun kissed the top of her head, responded gently.
"I miss Hei Niu."
Huo Shaojun’s gaze shifted lightly, watching her through lowered lashes.
Jian Liangtong was very quiet, but her expression was empty, "When I was ten, you suddenly disappeared, and no matter how hard I looked, I couldn’t find you.
I began to doubt whether the gentle brother who used to pat my head really existed. Whenever I had these doubts, I would go find Hei Niu, and seeing Hei Niu, I knew my doubts were wrong.
You indeed appeared, and gave many beautiful mories... No one has ever given the kind of beauty you gave ."
Huo Shaojun’s cold, hard heart was split open, allowing much softness to flow out from within.
"Not long after, my parents took away from my grandparents, and only on holidays would they bring back to visit them, during which I could only see Hei Niu on holidays. I rember the last ti I saw Hei Niu was on National Day when I was thirteen. After that National Day, I never saw Hei Niu again."
Jian Liangtong lowered her voice significantly towards the end.
"Hei Niu passed peacefully, without pain." Huo Shaojun raised her chin, gently looking at Jian Liangtong’s reddened eyes.
Jian Liangtong’s eyes narrowed slightly, "You knew?"
Huo Shaojun nodded, "I accompanied it."
Jian Liangtong sniffed, "Hei Niu liked you the most, listened to you the best, if you told it to bite soone, it would bite, if you wanted it to be close to soone, it would."
Huo Shaojun pulled a smile, gently stroking her smooth long hair.
Jian Liangtong’s heart couldn’t control its tremor, hurriedly moved her gaze away from his face, "That girl who ca looking for you at the hotel suite, was she your girlfriend?"
She finally asked.
She asked!
Jian Liangtong’s lowered eyes flushed red.
"..." Yet Huo Shaojun was montarily stunned by Jian Liangtong’s question.
He frowned slightly, staring at Jian Liangtong, hardly recalling such a person.
No reply from him.
Jian Liangtong lifted her head to look at him, "Gong Xinyan, is she also your girlfriend?"
Huo Shaojun, "..."
The girl who watched movies with him in the cinema, the one who ca looking for him at the hotel, and Gong Xinyan...
Jian Liangtong tightly bit her lower lip, feeling a surge of bitterness and sourness in her heart.
There were so many girls around him, countless won wanted to be Huo Shaojun’s woman.
Why does he still insist on entangling with her?
rely out of hatred?
Yet.
Regarding the past events, she was a victim too!
And the initiator... was his mother...
What did she do wrong?
"Brother, even without , you could still live a good life, couldn’t you?" Jian Liangtong said bitterly.
Is he living well?
Huo Shaojun’s cold eyes held a sharp glare, staring at Jian Liangtong, "You have no right to judge whether I’m living well or not!"
Jian Liangtong nodded, "Yes, I admit I have no right."
Jian Liangtong’s throat itched severely, her eyes stinging as she looked at him, huskily, "But since I have no right, why do you still want in your life? You hate so much, shouldn’t you wish for to be as far away from you as possible, never appearing in front of you again?"
"What you’re saying is a complete waste of breath! Because no matter what you say, for the rest of my life, don’t expect to let you go! I’ve told you, I, Huo Shaojun, will entangle with you, Jian Liangtong, till the end!" Huo Shaojun coldly stared at Jian Liangtong, speaking heavily.
"I don’t understand." Jian Liangtong’s voice grew hoarser, her eyes filling with redness, "You hate ; if we’re together, wouldn’t seeing every day be painful for you?"
"Whether it’s painful or not is my business, it has nothing to do with you!" Huo Shaojun said coldly, his face tense, staring at Jian Liangtong.
"How can it have nothing to do with ? Knowing you hate , how do you expect to be with you!?"
"Then find a way to make not hate!" Huo Shaojun replied.
"..." Jian Liangtong suddenly froze.
Her bright red eyes instantly turned bewildered as she gazed at Huo Shaojun’s cold and profound face, "What way?"
Huo Shaojun furrowed his brow, deeply staring at Jian Liangtong.
Inside, Huo Shaojun’s heart was clear.
For the past four years, his hatred for Jian Liangtong grew deeper, all due to her escape.
Not entirely because of that incident.
If in the future, she wholeheartedly follows him... and loves him.
Even if he can’t quite get over it in his heart, he wouldn’t wrong her.
Perhaps soday, because of the happiness she brings by being by his side, he’d forget how to hate!
Both Huo Shaojun and Jian Liangtong hadn’t eaten for two days.
Ning Wenqing provided Jian Liangtong with expensive and effective dication, and after a day and night, the scars on Jian Liangtong’s body had faded considerably.
The pain in so places also lessened greatly, at least she could get out of bed and move around with no problem, though walking with large steps caused mild stabbing pain.
Huo Shaojun was downstairs in the open kitchen cooking noodles, while Jian Liangtong went to the bathroom to clean herself.
Coming out of the bathroom, Huo Shaojun had already finished cooking noodles and called for her.
"The noodles are ready." Huo Shaojun stood at the door, gazing at Jian Liangtong.
Jian Liangtong was only wrapped in a white towel, seeing him look at her like that, her slightly flushed shoulders shrank up, she said softly, "I’ll change my clothes and co down."
"Uh-huh." Huo Shaojun continued to stare at her.
Jian Liangtong felt uncomfortable, lightly inhaling, and lowered her head as she walked towards the dressing room.
Entering the dressing room, Jian Liangtong was surprised.
Apart from the majority of n’s clothing, there were also neatly arranged won’s clothing, all of which were specially kept well.
These won’s clothes were all familiar to Jian Liangtong.
Because they were all prepared for her by Huo Shaojun four years ago when she lived here.
It’s just that there were so many.
She had many she hadn’t even had a chance to wear yet...
Jian Liangtong looked at the clothes, those mories intentionally forgotten, sweet yet torturous, instantly filled her thoughts.
Jian Liangtong thought and thought, her eyes reddened as her lips slowly curved.
Turns out, no matter how much despair and pain one has gone through, people can never refuse the words "happiness."
Downstairs in the dining room.
Jian Liangtong and Huo Shaojun sat facing each other.
Considering Jian Liangtong’s injuries.
The noodles Huo Shaojun made were plain, yet looked as good as always.
Jian Liangtong ate quietly, appearing quite restrained.
Huo Shaojun didn’t eat, just watched her.
In the dressing room, Jian Liangtong had chosen a red long dress with ruffled sleeves; her two slender white arms looked especially delicate under the wide sleeves.
Huo Shaojun glanced over her arms that seed like they were barely covered by skin, his long brows furrowed, speaking sternly, "Gain ten pounds within a month!"
Ten pounds...
Jian Liangtong twitched her lips, lifting her head from the noodle bowl with her delicate brows furrowed, "I’m not a pig."
"You’re not a pig, you’re a monkey!" Huo Shaojun snorted.
"..." Jian Liangtong was speechless, narrowing her eyes as she said, "I think I’m fine just the way I am, no need to gain weight."
"A skeleton, fine?" Huo Shaojun said seriously, pressing his brows as he glared at her.
Skeleton?
Jian Liangtong almost choked on her noodles, pursed her red lips, dissatisfied, she mumbled, "Have you ever seen a skeleton as good-looking as ?"
Huo Shaojun pressed his lips, a soft gleam flashed quickly in his eyes as he said coldly after a while, "Even if you’re the best-looking among skeletons, you’re still a skeleton!"
"..." Seriously, how can one properly eat noodles with this going on?
After eating noodles, Jian Liangtong habitually stood up, ready to clean up the bowls and utensils.
"Go sit in the living room." Huo Shaojun said.
Jian Liangtong was taken aback, then saw him clean up the bowls and went to the kitchen.
Jian Liangtong blinked.
Did the sun rise from the west?
Huo Shaojun cleaned up the kitchen, went to the living room, and saw Jian Liangtong sitting at a corner of the sofa, curling up into a ball, seriously watching the TV.
Huo Shaojun sat in the seat next to her, his eyes glanced at the TV screen and his long brows slightly moved.
On TV was playing a movie he had fild last year thed around "Anti-Drug."
Huo Shaojun hid his long lashes, a few seconds later, he lightly turned his head to look at Jian Liangtong again.
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