Qin Muyang sat quietly on the sofa, the air around him seemed to be frozen, making people breathless, Liao Yong let go of Yang Jinhuan with a look of chagrin, and let her fall to the ground with a "snap".

Yang Jinhuan trembled, hurriedly crawled over, and grabbed Qin Muyang's trouser legs with both hands.

The resentful voice of the "Four Young ......" sounded, Yang Jinhuan looked at him with tears, his hands trembled violently, and he only looked at Qin Muyang tightly, embarrassed and embarrassed.

"I beg you...... Don't drive me away...... I beg you!"

Qin Muyang carelessly stroked the brocade tassel hanging down from the back of the sofa with one hand, and lowered his eyes not to look at her. He ignored her pleas, and remained silent in his own world, his fingers caressing slowly.

But before she could say anything more, Qin Muyang's eyes shot over like a sword, and Yang Jinhuan's hand holding his trouser leg shook unconsciously, and it barely showed a smile that seemed to cry for a while.

"Four Less...... I beg you! ”

"Lily." Qin Muyang's cold voice seemed to come from the edge of the sky, so empty that it didn't carry a trace of emotion, "I'll give you a sum of money, you leave Jinling, and live a good life in the future." ”

As soon as the words fell, Yang Jinhuan knelt down and moved forward a few steps, reached out and hugged his legs, crying miserably and desperately.

After Qin Muyang said this, he stopped looking at her, his eyebrows and eyes lowered, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing this, Liao Yong came to pull Yang Jinhuan again, she cried in despair, watching the fabric in her hand withdraw little by little, and always looked at Qin Muyang affectionately. She loved this man, and from the moment she woke up in his bed, she had sunk and could not extricate herself.

Everyone was talking about his amorous feelings, but after meeting her, he had no other women, and she always thought that she would be the one who made the exception.

Unexpectedly, his love came and went faster, but in just half a year, he didn't want her. She is unwilling and unwilling, but he takes a fancy to his sister who has hurt since she was a child, and her sister who she can't hate and complain about.

She complained, she was unwilling, she used all the vicious language to hurt her only relative, she watched her sad and sad for herself, she tried her best to hurt her sister and hurt herself. In the midnight dream, she also had sad tears, looking at her sister's tearful eyes, and also thought about quitting smoking and leaving this man she loved and hated so much.

He threw her into the bottom of the dust, and he saw her ushered in. Once upon a time, she persuaded herself to die with him, but as soon as he appeared in front of her, the love engraved in her bones burst out violently, drowning all her resentment.

She can't help it, love, it's harder to quit than opium. She was poisoned by the one named Qin Muyang, poisoned into the bone marrow, and she couldn't solve it for the rest of her life.

Liao Yong clutched Yang Jinhuan's mouth tightly, and her mournful cries left a string of whimpering.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, followed by a clear, soft voice.

"Sister, how are you?"

It was Yang Jinxin's voice, Yang Jinhuan's heart that sank to the bottom jumped again, her sister would not abandon her after all.

Qin Muyang's sharp eyes shot over, and Liao Yong also glared at her with warning, and slowly let go of his hand.

I heard Yang Jinxin's voice from outside again, "Sister? Are you okay! ”

The knock on the door was urgent, she should be a little anxious, "Adjutant Liao, Adjutant Liao, how is my sister?" ”

Liao Yong glanced at it coldly again, Yang Jinhuan, who was hurriedly wiping his tears, pulled the corner of his clothes, and then walked to the door, looked back at Qin Muyang who was hidden in the dark, turned the doorknob with his right hand, and opened the door.

Yang Jinxin still raised her right hand, she was still wearing that wide nightdress, and when she saw Liao Yong open the door, her face was full of worry and eagerness.

"How's my sister?"

Liao Yong smiled lightly and replied, "Miss Yang, don't worry, Miss Lily ......"

"Jinxin ......" As Yang Jinhuan's slightly hoarse voice interjected, she slowly walked out of the dark room.

When Yang Jinxin saw her, she smiled with relief, slightly bitter. Yang Jinhuan's complexion is not very good, his hair is slightly scattered, his face is pale, his eyes are swollen and have no look, and the whole person is so thin that he can't look good. Yang Jinxin looked at her, and suddenly his heart was sour, tears began to roll in his eyes, he swallowed the sourness in his heart hard, and pulled a stiff smile.

"Sister...... Find me a piece of clothing! ”

Yang Jinhuan watched Yang Jinxin slowly go upstairs again, her heart was relieved, and when she turned around, she saw that Qin Muyang was already standing behind her, looking at her with cold eyes, which made her tremble.

Yang Jinhuan shrank for a moment, boldly looked at his dark eyes, and said softly: "You see, she can't do without me, if she can't see me, she won't feel at ease, you will never want to get her."

At this, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind, making her tremble for a while, and she gasped a few times violently, her teeth clucked, and then looked at him resolutely.

"If you are willing to promise me a condition, I will help you ......"

……

Yang Jinxin, who had changed into a moon-white embroidered blue and white cheongsam, sat in front of the dresser, looking at her smiling sister standing behind her and combing her bun, she frowned slightly, she should have felt relieved, she couldn't say why, she always felt that there was something that made her beat wildly, and the indescribable sense of fear spread around, and even her smile stiffened a little.

"Sister, you...... Feeling good today? Yang Jinxin couldn't help but want to dig into her sister's heart.

"Why do you ask?" Yang Jinhuan paused for a moment, looked at her in the mirror, and smiled lightly, "You are sick, my sister should have come to take care of you!" ”

"Oh!" Yang Jinxin agreed in a low voice, her long eyelashes flashed slightly, and she said: "I'm fine, sister, you can go home with me, always live here like this, what is it like, four young people...... is already an engaged person, and he can't always trouble people. ”

When Yang Jinhuan heard this, she was braiding her braided hand, stopped for a few seconds, and her heart turned over as if she was overturned, but in half a second, she quickly braided her braids, bent over her shoulders, and said with a smile: "Look, combed it, it's so beautiful!"

Yang Jinxin's heart sank, and he reluctantly pulled the corners of his lips, "Sister, I'm leaving, you think about it, whether to stay here or follow me." ”

Yang Jinhuan squeezed the ebony comb tightly, his sharp nails were buckled on it, he made a sizzling sound, paused, put the comb down, and sat down next to him, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, "Why do you have to go?" Huo Donglai doesn't want you anymore, Jinxin ......"

Speaking of this, Yang Jinhuan leaned forward, grabbed her hand, and stared at her with pleading eyes.

"You follow Si Shao!"

Yang Jinxin's face brushed, it became white and transparent, he suddenly withdrew his hand, and looked at Yang Jinhuan in disbelief, "What did you say?" ”

"You follow Si Shao!" Yang Jinhuan approached again, looked at her with red eyes, grabbed her hand, and said in a tough and hurried tone, "Women always want to be with a man, it's rare for Si Shao to like you, you can catch his heart well, and when you enter the door in the future, you can be a beautiful lady for a lifetime, Jinxin, you listen to your sister's words......"

"Shut up!" Yang Jinxin roared, then stood up, shook off her hand suddenly, and the log stool under her fell to the ground with a loud bang.

She looked at her sister in front of her fiercely, her tearful eyes were full of jerky pain, and her voice was shaking, intermittent, almost inaudible.

"How do you ...... How can it be...... OK...... Sister, have you forgotten what my mother taught us? ”

"You'd rather be a poor wife than a concubine, have you forgotten?" Yang Jinxin finally stabilized her voice, she gasped urgently, "Sister, we don't rely on anyone, we can live, you believe me, I will let us live well, sister, you believe me!" ”

Yang Jinhuan also stood up, her black eyes under her long eyelashes showed a melancholy color, her face was pale, her head was slightly lowered, and she suddenly raised her head, her eyes were already on flames, but the end of the fire could not hide her sadness.

She watched Yang Jinxin cry like that, and she was also full of pinprick pain. The sun that had risen outside the window could not warm her broken and cold heart, and there was a cold wind blowing outside, drifting in the air far away.

In a trance, she seemed to see her little self and sister around her mother when she was a child, and her mother's hands were soaked in water day by day, wrinkled and white, but she still spoke to them softly.

At that time, my mother always said that in this world, you are the closest people to each other, you must love each other, and no difficulty can prevent you from holding each other's hands.

You must love each other!

Yang Jinhuan shook her head and pulled herself out of her memories, she looked at Yang Jin's watery eyes, looking at herself, the misty eyes, the silk veil was hazy, revealing sadness and resentment, and the attachment that was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved.

Yang Jinhuan suddenly chuckled, the thick flame had been extinguished, and with the breath of the desert, he turned around and left.

She is also the one who was hurt, and her heart hurts very much!

Yang Jinxin watched Yang Jinhuan leave slowly, her feet were soft, and she knelt on the carpet, she shrunk her body into a ball, covered her face with her hands, and the heat in her eyes kept flowing down her fingers.

She didn't understand how she and her sister had come to this point, her only relative, tearing her wounds over and over again, leaving her with no time to heal.

A man came in from the door with slow and steady steps and stopped beside Yang Jinxin.

Yang Jinxin put down his hand, and the owner of the shiny black leather shoes in front of him slowly squatted down, the sun outside the window shone on his perfect face, his eyelashes were deep and long, his dark eyes revealed a calm cold light, and his face was handsome and angular.

Seeing her look over, Qin Muyang smiled lightly and said: "Henry said, you still have to hang another bottle of potion, I promise you, when you get better, I will send you back, and when the time comes, you can go wherever you want!"

As he spoke, Qin Muyang stretched out his hand towards her, his fingers were slender, his bones were distinct, and there were thin calluses on his fingertips.

They were so close that Qin Muyang could clearly see her crystal clear tears rolling down, leaving shallow marks on her fair cheeks. The long thick curly eyelashes fanned, and the depths of the eyes were ripples as deep as water, as if they were about to melt and drown people......