Wang Zhan really didn't understand why Murong Cheng had to keep Mu Zi in the dark.
Obviously talking about it will make everyone happy, but he hid it to death, and also forced Mu Zi to accept him regardless of the reason, which girl can stand to be treated like this?
"If Ms. Mu Zi knows that you are deeply in love with her, she will definitely be touched ..."
Before he finished his words, Wang Zhan was given a hard stare by Murong Cheng and immediately closed his voice.
Murong Cheng's gaze was somber, his voice low to the extreme: "Whoever dares to say one more word ..."
Wang Zhan's back went cold, and he was busy hanging his head to assure, "Master don't worry, absolutely won't leak out!"
Murong Cheng took out a cigarette, lit one, said in a deep voice: "You don't have to worry, I have a number in my heart, she is now arguing with me, just a momentary thinking, when the days are long, married, have a child, and then more thinking, will not think again, her heart will eventually be fixed."
Wang Zhan wanted to say something, wanted to persuade a few sentences, but was afraid of offending him and causing unhappiness in vain.
Murong Cheng lightly swept him a glance, as if he had penetrated his mind, "I hid it from her for her own good, now she is making a lot of noise, it's only temporary, sooner or later there will be a day of calm, but there are some things that if you let her know, no matter how much I make up for it, no matter how long time passes, a thorn will be left in her heart."
Being honest, of course, should be, but after confessing, some harm is permanent, not something that can be smoothed out by time.
Murong Cheng didn't want to take that risk.
He leaned against the door and smoked, one after another, his mind depressed.
After finishing the last cigarette, Murong Cheng took a long breath, and stood outside the door for a long time, waiting for the smell of smoke on his body to almost dissipate, and then returned to the room again.
Mu Zi was still sleeping, frowning, with undried tear stains on her face, looking pitiful.
Murong Cheng sat down gently beside her and quietly watched her.
The person, was clearly in front of his eyes, but, his heart was empty and cold.
Although he is cold and ruthless, but his heart, also meat long, will also feel pain.
Mu Zi said she didn't care, said she hoped he would disappear.
He can pretend on the surface that he does not care, and can even be treated as a little girl s mouth, but the heart will hurt ... every word, like a needle, stuck in the heart will not leave a bloody scar, but can reach the bottom of the heart and sting the soul.
Mu Zi does not love him.
This is an indisputable fact.
Murong Cheng had always known this, because she had not loved him a long, long time ago, and since she had not loved before, there was even less reason to love now.
Her heart's defenses were so heavy that she didn't love anyone.
Murong Cheng told himself over and over again: it is enough that I love her.
As for Mu Zi's love, that is a kind of extravagance that Murong Cheng no longer expects to get.
Murong Cheng is a very purposeful person, will not for the sake of vain things to suffer, but at this moment looking at Mu Zi's sleeping face, he suddenly some regret.
He slowly stroked Mu Zi's face and murmured and whispered, "If I start over, maybe I can ... not ask you to loathe me like this ..."
Maybe he could try to be like Mu Zenin, full of patience, protracted, with sincerity to impress the heart of a good person.
... Is it possible?
Topped with the name of brother and sister, and she was that kind of person who valued morality and ethics, could she possibly accept him?
The unanswered question.
All the entangled mistakes, all stem from a blundered puja - if at first Su Zi's soul, successfully entered Xu Shi Han's body, there would not be today's troubles.
Unfortunately, there are no ifs in this world.
The room was silent and subdued, Murong Cheng sat disheveledly in the sofa, like a lonely beast, gloomy and deep.