Leng Ai Princess VS Fengyun Fourth Prince

She bit her lips tightly, trembling, and endured desperately, even though she wanted to cry out in pain, even though she was so humiliated that she wanted to die immediately, but she did nothing, just stood stiffly and endured until the blood was bloody. The breath filled the entrance, and she didn't move.

Han Xiyan looked at her contemptuously, admiring her pale, ashamed, almost lifeless expression, but inadvertently bumped into a scar on the top of his heart. He seemed to have thought of something, and took his hand away like an electric shock, and asked her, "What's this?"

She was trembling with cold, as if she had lost her mind, she answered mechanically: "Scar!"

He looked at her in surprise.

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

How could this be so?

He froze there...

Time seems to freeze...

……

Waiting... More suffocating than insulting.

Because, she didn't think he would let her go.

She will never forget Han Xiyan's eyes full of hatred when he looked at her, that eyes wished to destroy her in an instant, wished to tear her to pieces.

Now, he finally got his dream opportunity, how could he give up?

She took a deep breath, grabbed the skirts on both sides, and tore the clothes violently. The star-shaped crystal buttons were scattered on the ground, making a crisp and pleasant sound. The tight white suspenders covered her white chest.

She looked at him with cold and determined eyes, "Don't you always want to destroy me? As long as you let Dad go, I'll let you do it!"

Han Xiyan turned a deaf ear to her words, he just stared at her chest tightly.

There, directly above the heart, was a pink scar as long as the index finger, which was clearly printed on the crystal white skin, which was extremely glaring.

"How did you get the scar on your chest?" Han Xiyan's handsome and arrogant face suddenly turned pale, and there was a look of horror in his eyes.

"When I was seven years old, I was stabbed with a knife!" Nangong Minglu replied dully.

Although she was wearing a suspenders, the sense of humiliation still surrounded her tightly from all directions. Her whole body was cold, her lips were pale, and her fingers were as stiff as ice.

"When I was seven years old?" Han Xiyan repeated in a murmur, watching Nangong Minglu take a few steps back in disbelief.

"Why? Why were you stabbed?" Han Xiyan's face was a mixture of expectation and fear, his eyes suddenly lit up extremely brightly, he was waiting to hear the answer, but he was afraid of hearing the answer.

"Han Xiyan! What on earth do you want to do?" Nangong Minglu clutched his clothes tightly to protect himself, tears of humiliation began to appear in his eyes.

"Answer me! Why were you stabbed?" Han Xiyan asked sharply.

"Because I saw a bad guy stabbing an aunt with a knife, I stopped him and was stabbed by him!" Nangong Minglu said stiffly, his tone was cold as if he was telling someone else's story.

What happened at the age of seven was so far away, she didn't understand why Han Xiyan was so nervous to ask her about the origin of the scar on her chest.

"Where? Where were you stabbed?" Han Xiyan's face turned paler, and his hands and feet suddenly became icy cold, as if there was the coldest chill in the world, rushing from the soles of his feet into his heart in an instant.

"Yunnan!"

Nangong Minglu will never forget that place. When she was seven years old, she almost lost her life in the beautiful ancient town of Yunnan.

impossible!

how could this be!

He doesn't believe it!

Han Xiyan shouted in his heart.

Nangong Minglu was startled by him and took a few steps back.

There was a madness in his eyes that frightened her again!

He suddenly remembered something, rushed to her side with a stride, clamped her jaw forcefully, raised her face, forced her to look directly at him, and asked sharply: "Are you lying to me, right? Are you right? He asked you to lie to me like this, because he knew that only in this way can he impress me. So, he told you this and asked you to lie to me, right? "

"Han Xiyan, are you crazy?"

Hearing Ling Haotian's name from Han Xiyan's mouth, Nangong Minglu's heart felt as if it had been stung by a wasp, and the pain was unstoppable!She forcefully knocked off his hand that was clamping her chin, and tears fell instantly, "Ling Haotian! What will he teach me? Isn't he your friend? Isn't it your plot to revenge me by letting him approach me?"

The person she fell in love with for the first time was a liar, he cheated her heart...

Nangong Minglu seemed to have fallen into the devil's ice cave in an instant, into a world without warmth.

Yup!

Ling Haotian will not do this!

How could he let Nangong Minglu come here to bear his insult?

If it was just a lie, how could there be a scar on Nangong Minglu's chest?

Han Xiyan staggered back a few steps, his complexion turned from pale to livid.

He stared at Nangong Minglu in disbelief.

I can't believe that fate made such a big joke with him...

Nangong Minglu looked at Han Xiyan in despair, "Han Xiyan, I know I owe you a lot, but I have paid it back for a long time, and I still have to work so hard, why can't you forgive me? If I have to, I will be very painful, very very painful, Only then can the hatred in your heart be solved, and I am willing to fulfill your wish!"

Nangong Minglu suddenly turned around resolutely and rushed towards the kitchen. Her speed was so fast that Han Xiyan had no time to react.

By the time Han Xiyan chased after him, it was already too late.

She turned on the natural gas, and the faint blue flames flew high...

She stretched her fair wrist into the faint blue firelight...

"You're crazy!" Han Xiyan roared, pulled her into his arms, and turned off the gas.

When she looked back, her arm was already red and swollen.

She frowned tightly in pain, bit her lip tightly, cold sweat had drenched her whole body.

She looked up at Han Xiyan, her face was pale, and her slender body couldn't stop trembling in Han Xiyan's arms.

Han Xiyan suddenly felt unbearable pain in his heart. He looked at her burnt arm helplessly, his whole body was extremely stiff, "You...why are you so stupid!"

"So... are you satisfied? Are you happy? Can you let Dad go?" Nangong Minglu stared at him intently, his eyes were bright and full of longing, like stars in the dark night.

Han Xiyan was silent.

So what if it's her?

Even if it is her, so what?

Just because she once saved her mother's life, can Rong Baichuan be spared for her not to avenge her father's death?

However, if she doesn't let Rong Baichuan go, she must hate him very much.

Hate him forever!

Hate him forever!

He has been looking for her for a long time.

She is the only warmth he has left in this world.

However, between revenge and her, he can only choose one...

He is silent!

long silence.

His heart was struggling.

painful struggle.

Revenge and her, he doesn't want to give up either...