Chapter 123 - The snow on that night was red (2/2)
”That night... ” she asked in a low voice.
Qiao Hanye tightened his arms around her shoulders. His fingertips trembled slightly as he said in a hoarse voice, ”all 190 members of the Qiao family were killed. The snow that night... was red. ”
He lanjin's heart sank when she heard ”the snow that night was red. ” She could imagine that the snow that night was dyed red by the blood of 190 lives, and the blood flowed like a river.
However, she had never heard of such a thing happening in Jiang city, let alone heard of it. Perhaps it was because it was too terrifying that no one dared to mention it. Other than the hundred-year-old man in the theater, no one else dared to say it?
”It's in the mansion that you went to that night. They're all there, ” Qiao Hanye said.
He lanjin's heart sank to the bottom. When she thought of the deserted garden that night, it was so old that it seemed to have been forgotten by the world. She could not even find any clues on the Internet. So that was why.
She suddenly reached out and clenched his large palm. She could no longer express it with words, and Qiao Hanye did not need to be comforted.
”Alright, it's late. It's time to go back, ” Qiao Hanye said in a low voice. He helped her close her clothes, as if he was afraid that she would catch a cold.
The temperature here was low, even colder than Jiang city.
”okay, ” he lanjin replied. When she turned around, he hugged her tightly. He lowered his head and pressed his thin lips against her ear. He said in a low voice, ”so, no matter what you want to do, I will support you unconditionally. ”
”Even if you suffer a great grievance, he Lanjin, you have to remember that you are a woman with a man, ” Qiao Hanye said.
He lanjin's lips moved. She wanted to say something, but her voice was stuck in her throat.
She nodded. Her eyes were a little wet. She kept blinking her almond-shaped eyes, trying to control some of her emotions. However, in front of him, she unintentionally showed her feminine side.
”Let's go back, ” Qiao Hanye said. He took her down the mountain on the motorcycle. The road was hard to drive after the earthquake, but Qiao Hanye's driving skills were very stable. He lanjin sat behind him and hugged his waist.
She rested her Chin on his shoulder and looked at him coldly. ”You did it on purpose, didn't you? ”