The left bank is profound, the right bank is clear

Chapter 35 Don't Make Me Hate You (3)

"Don't make me hate you."

What she said was gnashing her teeth, almost squeezed out between her teeth

Wen Qiyang's hand that was raised to his lips stopped trembling for a moment, the off-white soot sparked and landed on his palm, he felt a slight tingling, which flashed in his heart.

He looked at her, her eyes flickered, and she tried her best to avoid him, as if she didn't want to have any interaction with him.

ha!Even hatred is so volatile that he can't grasp it.

He and her, one step away, seem to be separated by a distance between heaven and earth, filled with deep resentment, and become an insurmountable horizontal ditch.

The light dimmed, and so did his eyes.

Suddenly, Wen Qiyang laughed twice, with self-deprecation: "Hate! Maybe hate is also an emotion."

Qu Qingge's body froze, his throat felt dry.

"I don't want to do this, I'm very tired." She closed her eyes and opened them again, feeling a little helpless: "I just want to know where my mother and sister are now."

He lowered his head and met her gaze.From her eyes, he saw anger, suppressed anger, like the dark clouds in the sky.

He walked past her, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, inhaling deeply on the cigarette in his hand, a faint white smoke permeated around him, his dark eyes were full of lonely sadness, he didn't want her to see that proud back Lonely and tall, like a winter plum blooming on a cliff, worrying alone at dusk.

Qu Qingge suddenly felt a sore nose, he didn't know if it was because of his missing mother and sister, or because he felt the unknown sadness when he passed by, which spread from the bottom of his heart to his whole body and merged into the air.

She walked in front of him lightly, the faint fragrance was getting closer and closer, every step seemed to lead his gloomy heart to the light, which was the only light he cared about.

She looked at his firm back, the mist in her eye sockets gathered more and more, and merged into a string of crystal clear teardrops, sliding across her fair face.

Hundreds of steel refinements finally become soft!

His shoulders trembled slightly, and the clenched fist in his pocket slowly loosened.

He turned around.

Looking at her pitiful appearance, she is soft and gentle.For a moment, all the boredom and anger in my heart turned into deep pity in my eyes.

He held her face full of tears, and her reddish eyes shone brighter with tears.

"Qing Ge—." He gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, eyes full of pity: "Stop crying. I'll take you to see them, okay?"

"Wen Qiyang—"

Qu Qingge stopped her tears, and called him sobbingly, the corners of her mouth lightly raised like a warm spring breeze, warming his heart and dispelling all the coldness in the darkness.

"That's it, by my side, okay?" His voice was very soft, as if he was talking to himself, and he was afraid that the girl in front of him would refuse.

Qu Qingge didn't hear what he said clearly, the emotion of missing her mother filled her mind and heart, she nodded blankly.

Wen Qiyang smiled.

He stretched out his arms, and gently embraced her into his arms, as if caring for a rare treasure, even he was not willing to use extra effort.

The last rays of the setting sun reflected on her side face, which was reddish.

Wen Qiyang lowered his head and kissed her forehead lightly.

(End of this chapter)