Doting on the Masked Wife

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Han Qingyi was stunned for a moment. Ning Tong'er had already stood up.

She looked at Han Qingyi, took a step back, and said softly, "Brother Qingyi, you poisoned me and hypnotized me, didn't you?"

Han Qingyi didn't speak.

Ning Tonger looked at him, and suddenly chuckled: "Actually, you also thought that the worst outcome would be that I would die before Murong Lie, whom you hate the most. Didn't you?"

Han Qingyi still didn't speak.

Ning Tong'er lowered her eyes. Her hands were tightly clenched into fists hanging by her side. Han Qingyi didn't speak. Neither did she.

It was so quiet between the two of us. It was almost suffocating. It was so quiet that the air seemed to freeze.

It was so quiet...you could hear each other's intense heartbeats.

Why. Don't speak.

Is it because there is nothing to say.

Ning Tonger was silent for a while, and suddenly said in a low voice, "Zhang Ming was also killed by someone you sent, right?"

Han Qingyi still didn't answer.

I don't know how to answer. Or don't need to answer.

Ning Tonger didn't look at him either. Instead, she laughed at herself: "I'm so stupid. I didn't think of it until now."

She closed her eyes and blamed herself uncontrollably: "He wanted to save me when he was dying. But I actually believed that he was really suffering from mania. Let him die in front of me so unjustly."

She chuckled repeatedly. Then at last she raised her eyes. Tears welled up in them.

"Tell me. Do you have any regrets or guilt?"

Han Qingyi stood there without moving. He still didn't answer anything.

Ning Tonger took a step forward. Wearing a white dress, she was so slender and light that she seemed to be blown away by the wind at any time.

"Tell me. Do you ever regret what you did?"

Her question finally made Han Qingyi's eyes fluctuate.

Looking at her blankly. The distance between the two is so close. So close. But only they know...they are so far apart.

Thousands of rivers and mountains lie between them. The childhood sweetheart who can't go back.

He opened his mouth slowly. There was still no expression on his elegant and jade-like face, let alone a trace of apology or guilt.

"The strong eat the weak."

These four words were his answer.

He said it so calmly. So calmly. So rightly so.

That's his answer.. He will never regret it. Never feel guilty.

It's just that he can never give up on her.

It's just that even if this sentence is told to her now, she will not care about it, let alone believe it.

So he will only keep this sentence in his heart, not say it out.

The sadness in Ning Tonger's eyes was even deeper. She looked at him as if she had never known him before. It was also as if she had seen farther, farther away. It was like seeing Yu'er's brother in the previous life...Yu'er in the previous life. Yes Didn't she also look at him with the same eyes. Such sadness. Such melancholy looking at him.

Past and present lives overlap. Why do their paths repeat themselves over and over again.

Sadly reincarnated. Can't escape. Can't refuse.

Fate has always played with them. Even the seemingly powerful Han Qingyi and Murong Lie plus her. The three of them have always been at the mercy of fate.

They died together in the previous life. Will this life still end in tragedy?

Perhaps it is. Now such an outcome is no better than a tragedy.

"This is the real you." Ning Tonger looked at him and said softly. "The real you. This is the first time I see you."

Han Qingyi looked at her without any expression. However, his Adam's apple was rolling up and down, and his hands were gradually clenched together.

"Brother Qingyi. This is the last time I will call you Brother Qingyi." Ning Tonger looked at him and said softly. "It was also the last time you saw Tonger. From now on, you will never see Ning Tonger again." This person."

Han Qingyi's expression finally changed.

Ning Tonger went on to say: "Don't worry. I will find a way to rescue my father. But I will never see Murong Lie again. The grievances and grievances between the three of us have long been unclear. Wrong. Whoever is more sorry. I don't want to forget it. From now on, everything will be as if the three of us don't know each other."

As she said, she moved her steps and was about to go outside.

In an instant, Han Qingyi reached out and grabbed her arm tightly.

Thin arms. Thin enough to touch her bones easily.

These years. She really hasn't had a good time.

Han Qingyi felt distressed and felt guilty...he would feel guilty too. It's just that he couldn't turn back. There was no way to turn back.

It's more. Can't let go.

Can't let go. Can't let go. Although he doesn't remember the past life like Ning Tonger. But he just doesn't want to let go.

Ever since Ning Tonger was so young, he has been waiting for her to grow up.

When she grew up, she was snatched away by other men with despicable means.

He is not reconciled. He is not reconciled.

Yes. He is despicable. He is cruel. He hurt her.

But. Could it be that he wanted all of this?

They, Murong Lie and Tong'er, never gave him a second way.

His happiness was destroyed by one hand. It is impossible for him to bless them generously. It is absolutely impossible for him to agree.

In fact, he can not want anything. From childhood to adulthood, the countless reputations, high status, envied status, and innate wealth... everything. He can not. He can give up. .

He can do without anything. As long as Tong Er.

He just wants to love someone. To be with her. To take good care of her.

But they didn't even give him that chance.

He is too obsessed. But he just doesn't want to let go.

"Hitomi..."

Ning Tong'er didn't look back. She just whispered: "I'm sorry. From now on. I can't face you anymore. Please let go."

Han Qingyi hugged her suddenly. Ning Tong'er didn't struggle. But this kind of silent indifference made people feel even more sad.

Han Qingyi hugged her and put her on the bed abruptly.

He thought she would be afraid.

He thought she would resist. Would struggle.

If only that was the case. He would rather she be this way.

But no. She didn't struggle. She didn't resist. She was just being pressed down by him like this. Then she looked at him quietly. That look seemed to have given up her heart.

Han Qingyi took a deep breath. The corners of his eyes seemed to be burned by the fire. They turned red all of a sudden.

Nobody ever hurt him.Nobody.Nothing.

Only her. No need to do anything. Say anything. Can easily push him into the abyss.

"Tong'er..." He lowered his head, put his hands on her side, and looked at her almost in disbelief.

And Ning Tonger just looked at him like this, quietly.

Those clear and sad eyes pierced his heart like a knife.

Han Qingyi suddenly thumped the bed violently, then turned over and sat up on the bed.

He rested his forehead with his hands. Then he ruffled his hair violently.

He's really out of control.

It's never been like this. It's always been... just for her.

"Sorry. I'm leaving."

Ning Tonger spoke softly. Her voice was soft and soft. She also got off the bed softly and quietly arranged the clothes he had ripped apart. It was as if nothing had happened.

Like something. She didn't even think about it.

Such heartlessness and indifference are more painful than anger.

She was the only one who could make Han Qingyi sad.

The white skirt fluttered. She took two steps forward. Suddenly, Han Qingyi grabbed her arm from behind again.

Han Qingyi's voice was so exhausted and desperate.

"Tong'er, you will never forgive Brother Qingyi, will you. You will never return to Brother Qingyi, will you?"

Ning Tong'er still didn't look back.

Her voice was calm, calm.

"From now on, there will be no more Tonger and Brother Qingyi."

she says.

Such heartless words made Han Qingyi's eyes turn red instantly.

"If I say... I just want you to come back to me...you won't forgive me either, will you?"

Ning Tong'er didn't look back, nor did she answer him.

But her response was already an answer.

Han Qingyi was extremely sad and desperate.

"If. If I must force you to stay."

He has plenty of ways to keep her... people who keep her. At least that. He can do it.

Even if he doesn't want to. But he doesn't want to lose her again.

Even if it's just the one who keeps her. He will do the same.

However, Ning Tong'er's words once again destroyed his last trace of self-control.

"I don't hate you. But..." She closed her eyes lightly, and then opened them. Tears rolled down in her clear eyes where Han Qingyi didn't see them. It's just that he didn't know. "Don't make me hate you."

This sentence made Han Qingyi's heart hurt to the extreme.

He has many, many things: wealth, fame, status...all of them are at his fingertips.

It's just that he doesn't care. He only cares about one thing. But what he cares always hurts him the most.

She doesn't want him again.

She hated him. Only him.

Han Qingyi's hand slowly let go. Ning Tong'er bit her lip. She didn't raise her hand to wipe her tears, because she didn't want Han Qingyi to see it.

Her back was turned to him. He could not see the tears in her eyes and face.

Han Qingyi's hand finally left her slender arm. She bit her lip, then walked outside without saying anything.

Han Qingyi stared blankly at her back.

That slender white back. The person he tried his best to catch. The person he tried his best to keep by his side...

He has loved for so long and hated so deeply.

She didn't want him again. She left him again.

Han Qingyi seemed to be completely stunned. His heart was destroyed by her. So that if someone came to assassinate him at this moment, it would be a breeze. It couldn't be easier or simpler.

Because at this time, he has no power to fight back. It is like an empty shell whose soul has been taken away. His heart has been taken away.

Outside the room door, Lan Ning folded her hands on her chest. Since Han Qingyi was not there, she unscrupulously showed her displeasure on her face.