Piercing the fan with force, the pair of mandarin ducks were instantly cut in half.

Along with the movement of the hand, there was a sharp sound of "hiss!"

Xuan Zhi was tortured by this voice almost instantly. It was as if someone had twisted it in his heart, tearing one of his hearts in half with the fan in front of him.

Can't she stab him directly in the heart with a hairpin, why bother to take revenge on him with this method that is ten thousand times more cruel than stabbing him?

The blood on her lips almost faded, her eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, her hands hung in the air, and Xuan Zhi stood there like that, watching her hold the hairpin and poke the fan into countless holes. She poked so hard and angrily that she didn't even care if she put her hand under the fan and was poked in the bloody hole by the hairpin.

The fan soon turned into a mass of rags, which she discarded at her feet, never to look at again.

Just as he had brought the fan to her for the first time, it was discarded at will, along with his careful love and cherishment, and discarded it on the ground.

Xuan Zhi's eyes turned red, and he bent down to pick up those rags one by one and put them into his arms. When he picked up the mandarin duck that had been poked in several holes, a large tear fell on it, and flowed from the hole to his fingers, which was as cool as his torn heart.

Feng Ling probably didn't expect him to shed tears for a fan, but suddenly he became sad, his heart softened, and he actually had a thought of wanting to throw himself into his arms.

I really want to hug him and cry, I want to pull his sleeve and wipe my nose, I want to pester him to give him the best, and then play some tantrums on him, let him coax himself, and listen to him call her one by one.

I wanted to wipe away his tears for him, holding his cheek and laughing at him, saying that he was just as ugly when he cried.

I also want to tell him that Dandan is gone, scold him why he didn't come back earlier, why he let himself find out about Huodan, and why can't he do a perfect job of lying to her...... Little did he know that she actually ...... Actually, there is a lot more I want to say to him.

But she couldn't do any of this.

She couldn't afford to do it again, and she really didn't dare to let herself fall into the situation of being deceived and used again.

No one knows how much courage it took her to choose to trust someone after her last injury. She was the one who had died twice, and she shouldn't have been in a relationship at all and fell into a stupid conspiracy.

Because of him, just because the other party is him, she is so relieved and bold to deliver everything to him. She also wants to be good to him and live well with him. But now, with his own hands, the man tore open all her wounds that he had healed, and then told her that she had been deceived again.

She has no courage left, her courage has been exhausted. The last shred of courage was lost in his hands, and she would not allow herself to do anything stupid again.

She didn't know how she had rushed to him, or how she had resisted the urge to throw herself into his arms. All she knew was that she struck off the broken fan in his hand, threw all the strips of cloth he was holding in his arms to the ground, and then burned it with a fire.

She didn't do it, she was afraid that she would really hug him.

"Don't do this!" Xuan Zhi rushed over in a panic, reaching into the fire and grabbing the rags, his hands were burning red, but he only snatched back a few small charred pieces.

He put the pieces on the ground and put them together, held them in the palm of his hand, and put them in his heart, and over and over again, and suddenly he broke out and wept bitterly.

His incomparably cherished feelings were destroyed at the hands of those whom he cherished incomparably.

It was dark in front of me, and I didn't know what to do.

Feng Ling thought that the play he played with her was really realistic, obviously he had put more effort into it than Chang Jue, and his voice was full of emotion and heartbreaking. made her collapse several times, attacked her heart defense, and wanted her to fall into the trap again.

"Alright!" she screamed irritably, trying to drown out his suppressed cry, and trying to cover the sadness in her heart: "Have you played enough! What are you trying to keep me here for? Say, what else do you want to deceive from me? I have nothing, do you want to deceive my flesh and blood, or do you want to deceive my bones? You just say! I will give it to you! Give it to you!"

Xuan Zhi covered his mouth with both hands to prevent himself from making a choked sound. After a while, he raised his head and whispered in a hoarse voice: "I want to lie to your forgiveness, and I want to cheat your liking." You give it to me. ”

Feng Ling was silent.

She can't give it, she can't even pretend to say a word of liking to him.

"You give it to me. Xuan Zhi said softly, like a lost child.

Like a child who has been abandoned and lost, all the streets around him are familiar, but all are unfamiliar roads. He knew that the person who led the way was in front of him, but the man did not stretch out his hand to him. Even if he handed his pitiful hand over, he couldn't get her smile back and say "let's go home".

"Look at you, you don't count anymore. Xuan Zhi's voice was faintly humming.

The last time he said that, she would pat him and smile at him. But now, she is just leaning on the bed frame with a hairpin, her hair is messily entangled on her face, and her thin and bony arms are covered with ashes raised by the burning fan, like a vicious madwoman, or the kind of madwoman who is so indifferent that there is no trace of warmth.

Xuan Zhi resisted the urge to remove those broken hair for her, and tried his best to squeeze out a smile: "You said that I lied to you, why don't you lie to me too." Lie to me, you like me too. ”

Feng Ling lowered her eyes, silently hid her hand behind her, and grabbed the tip of the hairpin hard, letting the sticky blood flow out of her fingers. The pain made her focus on her back so that she wouldn't fall into his trap again.

After a long silence, it had been declared that she would not want to take him home. Even if she knew he was lost, she wouldn't tell him where the right direction was.

Xuan Zhi looked at her in despair: "Why can you forgive Chang Jue, but you refuse to forgive me? I didn't hurt your family, he was the one who slaughtered." But at that time, you knew this, but you did not hesitate to ask me to protect his child as well. If he hadn't killed the kid himself, you'd have gone back to him, wouldn't you? ”

Xuan Zhi clenched the broken fan fragment in his hand as he spoke, and the sandalwood on the wedding day seemed to drill into the tip of his nose again.

Even the night before the wedding, she was by Changjue's side. He exhausted his efforts to make all kinds of preparations for the marriage. But his wife, carrying him, snuck away to other men. What's even more ridiculous is that he and his good wife, named husband and wife, don't even have a room.

There are husband and wife, from beginning to end, only her and Changju. He didn't even have her for a breath. What he had was nothing more than a small fan she had pinched, but now, it was gone.

She would rather tear that little fan to pieces and burn it to ashes than let him have it, not even a piece of rag, which is really vicious.

He suddenly thought that if the child she had had been his, she would not have been able to say anything that she couldn't do or was reluctant to do. She will turn the child to ashes and blood with the same ferocity as she did just now, and will not let him have a moment. Fortunately, she would not give birth to him at all, and there was no place in her heart for him.

He had to admit that he had lost, and he had lost so badly that even his dignity had been put into it. The future he pleaded for was nothing before her. He endured all his resentment, and stood alone under overwhelming pressure and ridicule, just trying to hold up a peaceful world for her. In her eyes, it turned out to be a fraud of power and profit.

What power and benefits would he, a man who has walked alone in the abyss for 90,000 years, want?

Looking back at these 90,000 years, there are only two things he wants. The same is the embrace of the queen mother when she was young, and the same is her real sense of looking back. What he hopes for is that one day she can see him full of joy and prayer, and then give him a little bit of goodness, and he will be happy as soon as he loses the sweetness.

Several times of joy and several times of sorrow, but he could not express this emptiness and sadness, and the only two prayers in his life were in vain.

Whom he should tell these words, saying that he would like to gouge out a heart for her, and that he would only try to make her smile lightly.

His prayers, his feelings, were meaningless.

I don't know how long it took, Feng Ling's madness finally subsided for a while, and her mood stabilized a little. Xuan Zhi thought, probably because he was right.

After a long silence, he saw Feng Ling holding the hairpin and hammering his chest sullenly, and shook his head in confusion: "You guys...... I won't forgive, I'm stupid, I'm stupid, I deserve it. But that's it. You go, I don't want to see you again. ”

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