Whenever Dongfeng faces someone, Qian Mo will always think of some unrealistic things. For example, that year of glory and glory, there was no longer that young man who looked like beauties and flowers. Keep walking towards her, keep coming, keep walking...
She was a beloved young lady of thousands of families. She occasionally made a little money, fought with the emperor, and spent some money to play when she was bored. She wanted to spend her whole life like this, but she forgot that fate was unpredictable.
When disaster struck her without warning, she tried her best but was still unable to restore the prosperity and decline of a family. It wasn't until the blood of her closest relatives spread inch by inch at her feet that Qian Mo suddenly understood that no one's life was destined to be dull.
Qian Mo looked at the man who gave her a dream of a different life indifferently. His elegance was still the same, but the charming smile at the corner of his mouth was no longer the smile that could warm people's hearts more than the warm spring sun.
Since when did they become like this? Qian Mo closed his eyes and thought about it quietly.
After a while, she slowly opened her eyes. The hazy mist still couldn't hide the bright red bloodshot eyes, but it made it even more difficult to see clearly. Can't remember, really can't remember. He always seems to be so good at pretending.
From the smile on the first face, to the low-brow whisper that night, to the gentle embrace at Yanhu Lake that day, I don't know what kind of ferocious hatred is underneath the gentle face.
People who can walk between love and hate and still respond indifferently are really amazing, at least much better than me.
Qian Mo thought like this, and suddenly felt that the world was dark.
Mu Si Nian, the hatred of your mother, concubine, wet nurse and all the people who died because of Qianfu have been washed away with my blood. Then my entire family owes you nothing.
I don't hate you, really.
Because I know you will regret it.
Must.