Vocal fetish

"Quran...he likes me..."

A few thin pages of letter paper fluttered from Yi Changhua's hand to the ground.But Yi Changhua seemed to be stupid, with a blank expression on his face, just repeating this sentence to himself.

"Quran he likes me...he likes me...he likes..."

He Xiao, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at Yi Changhua like this, and his heart, which he thought had been numb for decades, felt a tearing pain again.

He Xiao knew that he had done something wrong, since he drove Wen Quran out of the Yi family's mansion, he was wrong beyond belief.But He Xiao has no regrets, if there is another chance to do it all over again, he will still choose to use Wen Quran's heart to let Yi Changhua live.It doesn't matter right or wrong, he just wants the one he loves to live.

"Mr. Yi, you can take all the hatred and grievances you have on me." He Xiao knelt on the ground, his voice sounded hoarse and old, and there was blood under his knees, "Everything that happened back then was my fault. , I will pay it all back! Just please understand that Wen Quran is dead! Don’t use his son as his substitute, don’t let your children repeat your ending..."

After hearing He Xiao's words, Yi Changhua turned his head slowly. He looked at He Xiao who was kneeling on the ground, and said softly after a long while: "You...how do you have the face to call out his name? How do you have the face to call out his name? Appeared in front of me? Why do you still have the face to mention his child? Ah? What do you mean?"

He Xiao listened to Yi Changhua's inconceivably light questioning, and his body kneeling on the ground couldn't help but tremble: "Mr. Yi, it's my fault, it's all mine..."

"Get lost." Yi Changhua slowly knelt down and picked up the letter paper that fell on the ground, without looking at He Xiao and Yi Sheng, "From now on, don't appear in front of me again."

Yi Changhua's tone was flat, but it did not prevent others from hearing the unquestionable determination in it.

After He Xiao heard these words, his face instantly aged a lot, and his trembling body seemed to be unable to support the next moment.

"Mr. Yi, please don't drive me away...You, you can punish me however you want! Don't...don't drive me away!" He Xiao knelt and walked towards Yi Changhua for a few steps, prostrated himself on the ground and gently held Yi Chang Hua's trousers begged humbly, "You will kill me...you kill me yourself! If you really don't want to see me, then please kill me!"

"Kill you? Let you die? No..." Yi Changhua, who picked up the letter paper, smoothed out the creases on the letter paper bit by bit, not paying any attention to He who was kneeling beside him begging him like an ant. Xiao.

"You have to live, you have to live well. You have to live well to redeem your sins, live well to endure the torture," Yi Changhua slowly stood up and walked away from He Xiao, "You have to live well, living where I can't see. "

He really wanted to drive himself away, no matter how humble he was or how much he begged, he would never look at him again.

"Mr. Yi! Please! Please..."

"Everyone go out." Yi Changhua sat in the wooden chair behind the desk, stroked the letter paper in his hand over and over again, and drove away the two extra people in the room expressionlessly.

Yi Sheng, who stood aside for a long time, knew that this was not a memory he could participate in since He Xiao began to confess everything that happened many years ago.He has no right to comment on any actions of his father and Uncle He, and decide whether they are right or wrong.

Because if he replaced his father with Wen Shun and stood in He Xiao's position, he would kill the person who could save Wen Shun's life without hesitation.

This does not mean that this kind of behavior is right, but at least when facing the life and death of his lover, Yi Sheng can only make the most selfish decision, no matter whether the other party will resent him for it, no matter what he will pay cost.

"Uncle He, let's go."

Let's go, there is no place for you here, and this is the price you have to pay for your choice.

Yi Sheng pulled He Xiao up from the floor, half helped and half pulled, and led He Xiao out of the study.He Xiao struggled, unwilling to be dragged away by Yi Sheng, but He Xiao, who knelt on the porcelain shards for a long time, didn't have much strength to resist.

Just as Yi Sheng pulled He Xiao out of the study and closed the door, there was a sudden mournful cry from inside the room.

This heart-piercing cry made it hard for people outside to imagine the expression on the face of the always majestic man inside.

Yi Changhua's crying seemed to be expressing her deep love for her lover with this uncontrollable cry, and it seemed to be venting the longing that had been hidden in her heart for more than 20 years but dared not express it.

Only Yi Changhua knows that this is a call from his soul, to his lover...to Wen Quran.

He wanted to remember the man he loved so much by himself—he wanted to use the heart he got from his lover alone to miss his lover who would never come back again.

Yi Changhua never expected that Wen Quran would like herself, or even love herself.So all these years, he has been afraid to miss Wen Quran.Because for more than 20 years, Yi Changhua has always felt that Wen Quran hated him, hated him for dragging him into the water, hated him for stealing his heart, hated him for killing him... even hated him for meeting him .

However, this late letter broke the heavy fear in his heart.But now, this fear was obviously dispelled by this letter, why is his heart still trembling?Still so painful?Obviously he got Wen Quran's reply, and he also got Wen Quran's love...

Why is the pain still so strong?

Quran, can you tell me?

I really want to see you, I really want to hear what you said in the letter to me...

Quran, can you hear me?Can you hear my call?Can you hear me shouting?Can you hear me cry for you?

Can you see the tears I shed for you?

Tears wet Yi Changhua's finger with the ring that appeared again after 23 years.

In front of him was the belated confession, and in the palm of his hand was the ring that was never too late to hand over for the second time.

Yi Changhua clutched his chest tightly, letting the ring in his palm that belonged to another person cling to his beating chest.

Quran, can you feel it?

I want to give you the ring, right here.

can you feel it