Ji Huaishen's body stiffened, and his brain suddenly went blank.

He didn't know how to react anymore, he just knew to let his body's instinct react and respond to her.

Love is intangible.

But it's always felt.

In the other party's words, in his eyes, between his gestures, and his heartbeat gradually accelerating.

At this moment, Ji Huaishen seemed to understand something.

He can die for Mu Xiaocheng, or he can give up his self-esteem and face for her.

Until now, he could try to present himself in front of her without reservation, whether it was an ugly scar or a mutilated body, he thought, he would work hard to break through the barrier in his heart.

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Meng Xunqian quickly rushed over after learning the news of Mu Xiaocheng's hospitalization.

When he came to the door of the ward, he saw Ji Huaishen sitting on a chair outside the door.

His expression was a little annoyed, more like self-reproach.

"Where's Orange?"

Meng Xunqian asked in a low voice, his eyes fixed on him.

"Asleep."

Ji Huaishen replied lightly, he lowered his eyes and looked at the ground.

Meng Xunqian could see that Ji Huaishen was not feeling good at this moment.

Perhaps, he himself is also entangled.

Now he is no longer the perfect Ji Huaishen he used to be, he has a psychological burden, a psychological barrier, he can't cross it by himself, and others have no way to help.

Meng Xunqian sat on the chair beside him, took a deep breath and said, "To be honest, I don't want to hand her over to you like this. ”

"Because, for so long, you did hurt her, made her sad, and made her the way she is."

"Not only me, but the people of the Meng family will no longer rest assured that they will hand her over to you."

"In case one day, you suddenly disappear again, and suddenly you don't want her again. Maybe Orange Orange can understand you, but we can't. ”

"So Ji Huaishen, if you really love her, treat her well, no matter birth, old age, sickness or death, accompany her, and you will no longer run away because of this so-called flaw."

"This time, you've got to make up your mind."

Ji Huai understood deeply, he understood what Meng Xunqian meant.

Even if Meng Xunqian could forgive him, the two elders of the Meng family could not forgive him like this.

The future is unknown, and he doesn't know if he can do it.

So, he was silent.

He was also afraid that one day, he would see sympathy and compassion, even, disgust and fear in her eyes.

He couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't flee again.

"Looks like you haven't figured it out yet?"

Meng Xunqian's tone suddenly became cold, and he suddenly stood up and looked at him condescendingly.

"Ji Huaishen, I always thought that I could trust her to you, you are the most suitable person for her."

"You were the one who brought her out of the shadows in the first place, and now, you believe that she can do it too, to be your salvation."

Meng Xunqian's words made Ji Huaishen completely silent.

He knew she would be his salvation, always along.

From the moment she appeared in his world, he understood that this girl would be the light that illuminated his world and the ferryman who gave him salvation.

It's just that he doesn't have confidence in himself.

How deep the love is, at this time, how inferior you will be.

Seeing that Ji Huaishen didn't speak, Meng Xunqian frowned, and was about to enlighten him a few more words, but saw Old Man Meng and Meng Yun walking towards them quickly.

Old Man Meng had a black face, a cane in his hand, and his face was full of murderous anger.

(End of chapter)