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Xiao Moli's heart tightened violently, and when he thought of something, he got up and stepped forward.

"An An, you ......"

"Don't call me."

An Ziqi roared angrily, and after the roar, he seemed to feel ridiculous, smiled and took a few steps back, looking up at him.

"Xiao Moli, it's fun to play people, right?"

She finally knew why Xiao Moli hated her so much to go to Simon, why he was vague every time he mentioned things she remembered, and why he never mentioned who Xiao Yining's mommy was.

With his ability, no matter what happened to her, he should have found out a long time ago, but he shirked it for so long.

It turns out that the truth of the matter turned out to be like this.

The voice that brought her fear and despair every night, the man who plunged her into nightmares every day was him.

He knew everything from beginning to end, but he didn't tell her, watching her search and struggle like a fly without a head.

No wonder she always felt the sound in her dreams so familiar.

No wonder the material she saw in his office that time felt so weird, and the photo on it was clearly her from seven years ago.

No wonder Xiao Yining would find her.

No wonder Xiao Yining has always kept saying that she is his mother.

It turns out that everything has already been hinted at.

It's because she trusts him too much, so she believes everything he says.

He said he couldn't find it, and she believed it.

He said he would wait, and she waited.

He said he wasn't going to find Simon, so she gave up the answer that was close at hand, just so that he could be happy.

Like a fool, she believed in him wholeheartedly, depended on him, and loved him.

"Xiao Moli, in your eyes, what am I?"

An Ziqi asked softly, and without waiting for him to answer, he spoke again.

"Tools for having children? A tool for venting desires? Or is it a big joke? ”

"Isn't it rewarding to know everything, but not tell me, to play with me on the applause, and to watch the person who was tortured by you fall in love with you step by step?"

"No, it's not, An'an, it's not like that." Xiao Moli explained in a panic.

He admits that a few years ago he really just used her as a tool to have children. However, he had long been in love with her, and he never meant to play with her.

"Isn't that so?"

An Ziqi lowered his head and chuckled, looking up at him, "Then what do you tell me?" ”

"You told me that you weren't the one who did those things to me in the first place. You tell me that you don't know anything from beginning to end, and you tell me that you never deliberately hide it from me. ”

In the end, An Ziqi had turned into a yell.

Xiao Moli looked at her, her mouth moved, but she didn't know what to say.

How can he explain it?

No matter what the reason is, it was he who did those things back then to hurt An Ziqi.

It was he who hid from her from beginning to end.

"You tell me, you say." The corners of An Ziqi's eyes were red, and she shouted in a bit of collapse.

"You told me none of this was you."

"An An, I'm sorry." Xiao Moli opened his mouth with difficulty.

Those are not misunderstandings, they are real, and he can't shirk them no matter what.

He didn't really know what to say except sorry.

I'm sorry, An Ziqi smiled bitterly.

Sure enough, even he couldn't explain anything.

"What am I going to do if I'm sorry, can a word of sorry make up for the hurt you have done to me? Can a word of sorry undo the deception you have made to me for more than a year? ”