Chapter 92 (1/2)
”What are you doing?”
Sullen voices rang through the room.
Ye Huanyan shakes her hand, and the diary slips from her hand and falls to the ground, making a dull sound.
The book, which had been opened, now fell apart in front of her eyes. With the wind of opening the door, it raised pieces of the past that people did not dare to look directly at. It was a naked and cruel truth.
It is also the reason why Ling Han's attitude towards her is so uncertain for such a long time.
She should have thought about it. She should have thought about why Jiang Meilan died so long ago. He always liked to compare her with himself. ”What do you pretend to be like Jiang Meilan?” She had heard that many times and should have thought of it.
The figure in front of the door came to the bed and looked at her coldly.
Her face was stiff, and the tears in her eyes were falling like pearls that had broken the thread.
She quickly avoided sight, squatted down to pick up the scattered pieces of paper, incoherent, humble to the dust,
”Sorry, i... I'll pick it up, I'll pick it up now...”
I'm sorry. She's sorry for him. It turns out that she's really sorry for him.
”No, I don't think my mother would want you to touch her things if she were alive.”
Ye Huanyan's fingers slightly, mechanical way, ”sorry.”
”Have you read the diary?”
There is no temperature in the voice coming from the top of the head, and the condescending posture is very arrogant, but it is so natural.
She squatted on the ground, legs numb, nerves seem to have become slow, she seems to be able to feel the blood in the body a little bit of coagulation, the heart beat very slowly, blurred vision, voice seems to make no sound.
”Now that you know, get out of here.”
She clenched the yellow paper in her hand. Under such circumstances, she found that her heart was still a little unwilling and her voice was shaking,
”You are doing this to me because my mother got involved in Uncle Ling's marriage with your mother?”
Ling Han's brow flashed a trace of gloom,
”Don't forget, you asked for it that night.”
”I can apologize for my mother, but it's a matter of the previous generation. What does it have to do with us?”