Chapter 111
The cold wind blew slowly down, and the coldness penetrated the whole body. The clear light slanted on the two people. The two people stood and sat, their eyes meeting.
Sang Yihuan seemed to have used all his strength to blurt out these words. The hand holding Xie Cha trembled slightly, and his fingertips couldn't help but exert force.
She raised her chin slightly, with an arrogant and determined posture, and with a sarcastic expression on her lips, she said, "Do you dare to admit it?"
Xie Chao, do you dare to admit it? Dare to admit that everything you do has an ulterior motive, dare to admit that you did it yourself.
Xie Chao pursed his lips and chuckled, his voice was bitter and hoarse: "I admit it."
The moment he admitted it, Sang Yihuan subconsciously tightened his grip, and Xie Chao couldn't help but hum.
"So you deserve it... you deserve it!" Sang Yihuan gritted his teeth.
"But... this was not my intention. Senior sister, I never wanted to hurt you."
After his identity was revealed, Xie Chao was not shocked or covered up, but his eyes turned red when Sang Yihuan pressed him word by word, as if he was touched. Something you dare to touch.
He looked at the woman with clear eyes and held her wrist tightly, as if she would disappear if he let go.
The arrogance and arrogance of the past were swept away, leaving only lingering affection and a trace of vague longing, and I leaned closer unconsciously.
"Don't want to hurt me... Ha, ha ha ha."
Hiding the vague pain in his chest, Sang Yihuan waved his hands, hiding his face and laughing as if hearing a big joke. The laughter was full of absurdity and irony.
With eyes wide open, she took his hand forcefully and pressed it firmly on his abdomen: "It was you who dug up the golden elixir! Do you know how much I regret it?"
"I regret stopping Pang Kuo at that time, and I also regret my misunderstanding. I forgot that you are a cold-hearted person. No wonder Ji Xuan is attached to you in the secret realm."
Sang Yihuan did not say any more.
Both people present understood what she meant.
Every sentence is like a sharp blade, slicing open the beating heart, bleeding out bloody and sticky blood, leaving the injured body intact, and Xie Chao seems to be cut in half.
Half of them were overjoyed because Sang Yihuan was so close to him, and the other half wanted to escape because of all Sang Yihuan's negations and sarcasm.
Xie Chao's face turned pale and he felt extremely cold all over.
He shook his head gently and kept murmuring: "It's true, my favorite senior sister, Xie Chao likes Sang Yihuan."
The fingers that were tugging on Sang Yihuan's sleeves were even slightly twitching due to excessive tightness. .
If in normal times, Sang Yihuan was close to Xie Chao, Xie Chao would be extremely happy. Whether it was holding hands or being intimate with each other, he would never refuse.
But it wasn't the bad words like now. It was like returning to the dreams after her death. Sang Yihuan complained and cried over and over again, and died quietly on the snowy night.
Sang Yihuan closed her eyes tightly and raised a smile at the corner of her mouth, as if she was mocking herself for subconsciously wanting to believe Xie Cha because of a dream that she didn't know was true or false, and even secretly hoped that he could give an explanation.
