When it came to the pain of the past, Mo Xuanye was silent, he remembered everything, it didn't mean that he had forgotten the bits and pieces between him and Liu Wanwan.

Mo Xuanye lowered his head, and for the first time showed pain and regret on the face of this noble prince: "What happened in the past was the fault of this king, didn't you even give me a chance to repent?" ”

"I can give it to you." Liu Wanwan turned her head angrily, her eyes were red and said, "As long as Jiujiu can be resurrected, I will give you a chance to start over!" ”

As long as Jiujiu can wake up from the backyard, she is willing to give Mo Xuanye a chance to repent and reform.

It's just that it's no longer possible.

Hearing the embarrassment in Liu Wanwan's words, Mo Xuanye's face was even more ugly.

Duyu couldn't listen to it, came out from the side, frowned and said to Liu Wanwan: "Princess, the prince already knows that he is wrong, why are you so aggressive?" ”

"I'm teaching him that there are some things that are useless to apologize." Liu Wanwan said lightly: "Even if I can forgive him, what about the dead Jiujiu?" Who forgave him for Jiujiu? ”

Approaching Duyu's side a little, Liu Wanwan's eyes were alienated and indifferent: "I have given Mo Xuanye a chance, more than once, you know." ”

Like a gentle Bailan, Liu Wanwan's voice was extremely soft and in a trance.

Yes, Liu Wanwan has given Mo Xuanye a chance more than once, the time when she drew blood, and the time she fell into the water, including when Ah Zi died.

But Mo Xuanye's approach broke her heart.

It is said that the broken mirror is reunited, but the broken mirror will never return to the smoothness it was at the beginning.

Duyu stopped talking, and looked to the side silently, with thousands of threads in his eyes.

Without the intention of continuing to entangle with the two, Liu Wanwan smiled at Mo Xuanye: "Lord Wang, since it's okay, let's go back early, while Chu Yue still loves you, don't let her down." ”

After that, Liu Wanwan stepped forward again, but unexpectedly, Mo Xuanye pulled her into her arms.

Smack-

The dishes and chopsticks all fell to the ground, broken and broken, and dirty.

"Let go of me!" Liu Wanwan was shocked, and kept beating Mo Xuanye's arm: "Mo Xuanye, as a prince, aren't you ashamed to do such a thing?" ”

"What is there to be ashamed of?" Mo Xuanye was reluctant to let go, he was afraid that as soon as he let go, Liu Wanwan would run away.

Liu Wanwan gritted her teeth in anger, and said angrily: "You and I have no relationship, when I married into the regent palace, it was I Liu Wanwan who climbed high!" ”

"As the concubine of Liufu, I have to marry you, it's not something I can say, if I could, I wouldn't want to marry someone like you at the beginning!"

Humiliation, fear, and powerlessness filled the first half of Liu Wanwan and Mo Xuanye's marriage.

Every time Liu Wanwan closed her eyes, she seemed to be able to see Mo Xuanye's face with anger and irritability.

He hated himself, hated her looks, and hated Liu Chuyue, who was supposed to marry in, but became her concubine of Liufu.

And Liu Wanwan is the same, hating the violent Mo Xuanye.

"Mo Xuanye, I was finally able to gain a foothold in the capital, and now I will return to you everything I once took, don't come again."

Liu Wanwan no longer struggled, like a clay figure who had accepted her fate, and was powerless to let him hold her.

Mo Xuanye's heart was stinged, and his voice was hoarse: "Liu Wanwan, do you really hate me so much?" ”

Liu Wanwan nodded: "The moment Jiujiu died, I knew that I would never be able to forgive you again in my life, no matter how excessive you did to me, it was not as desperate as Jiujiu before he died." ”

"She believes in you so much, but you ......"

Liu Wanwan choked up, she pushed Mo Xuanye away again, and said indifferently: "Mo Xuanye, we can't do it." ”