Meng Yao knew that only the murderer and herself would know that she did not really fall into the sea, but was murdered!

She bit her lip and stared at He Zheng tightly.

That look was like a cold needle, piercing He Zheng's heart directly.

She was suspicious of him.

He Zheng's mind also buzzed, trying his best to find an explanation: "...... Yaoyao, don't think nonsense, it's really just a coincidence. ”

Meng Yao bit her lip stubbornly, but the doubts in her heart became thicker and thicker.

She stared at his handsome face, and her eyebrows and eyes were as beautiful as a shocking painting, unforgettable.

Also, those deep and clear black eyes.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed through her memory!

She remembered that she had seen He Zheng before!

Just that night, she had seen He Zheng on the cruise ship, but there were many guests and a glimpse, so she didn't pay much attention to it!

That night, He Zheng was also on that wedding cruise ship!

Just that night, looking back now, it seems that there was such a pair of eyes, always following her in secret!

Is this all a coincidence?

But in this world, how can there be so many coincidences......

As a result, Meng Yao's amber eyes gradually became more and more suspicious and shocked.

Her heart grew more and more restless and fearful.

Also, there were bouts of throbbing pain.

She was clearly standing here, down-to-earth, but she felt as if she had fallen into a cold deep pool, constantly sinking.

A feeling of powerlessness that bordered on suffocation enveloped her.

Hopeless, painful, uncomfortable.

It was as if the whole world was crumbling, turning gray and dead silent.

"You're the murderer who killed Luo Yao, you're the murderer who killed me, right......" She stared at him with a blank gaze and muttered.

Meng Yao's thoughts were completely confused, she didn't notice at all, and used "I" to refer to Luo Yao in her words.

[I originally thought that in this world, in addition to my mother and Xiao Chen, I still have people I can trust......]

He Zheng's heart instantly felt a sharp pain like a knife.

Being loved, so suspicious and distrustful of the girl is part of it.

But the pain and fear in her heart made him even more uncomfortable and pitiful.

His deep, dark eyes stared at Meng Yao, and he finally made up his mind to tell her everything.

He is cautious and introverted by nature, and this ability makes him understand that people's hearts are unpredictable, so except for his grandfather He Yinghui, who is the only one who knows this secret, no third person knows about it.

When He Yinghui learned about it, he repeatedly told him to keep it a secret.

"It's a God-given skill for you, but if someone else knows about it, you'll become a monster in their eyes."

Because in the bottom of anyone's heart, there will be more or less their own privacy.

People who are gentle and kind on the surface may be ugly on the inside.

Even saints occasionally can't avoid some dark and dirty thoughts, the only difference is that they don't practice them.

No one wants the deepest part of their soul to be exposed to someone.

So, for more than ten years, he has been keeping this secret.

And now, he wants to break the taboo and tell Meng Yao.

However, if she really knew, and his true thoughts were known to him, how would she react?

Will you be scared?

Will it be disgusting?

Will he be eager to run away from him, as if he were a monster?

That's why he couldn't muster up the courage to tell her.

But now he has no choice.