revenge

It was a very illusory, yet very real dream.

In the dream, everything from the past flashed like a movie, childhood, revenge, killer, dark wing, Park Sung Hye, Han Enxin. . .

A lot, a lot.

Xi Ziyuan, that name is both familiar and unfamiliar.

She remembered.

Suddenly opened his eyes, everything, so strange.

The coldness in the eyes seemed to be extremely proud.Looking at Luo Xuan's eyes, she knew that she remembered it all.

Everything Han Lengqian did was destroyed by his mother.

Han Enxin looked at Mengbaya, his eyes were moist, "Mom"

His eyes were a little dull, and tears flowed out again. This was not a dream, it was real, and my mother was right in front of my eyes, it was real.

Once, every night when Han Enxin fell asleep, she would dream that her mother was in heaven, looking at her with a smile.

But now, the mother she thought about day and night was right in front of her eyes. She was still alive, not dead yet.

"Xin'er, do you remember everything?" Meng Yanya asked with doubts.

"Yes, I remember it all, why did they lie to me?" Han Enxin's eyes were a little cold, but also tinged with anger.

She trusted Ling Yifeng, but unexpectedly, Ling Yifeng lied to her too.

"Mom, I want to be alone for a while" Han Enxin was tired and closed his eyes.

Meng Yanya and Luo Xuan wisely left the room. It is said that this room was prepared for Han Enxin by Meng Yanya just after she became queen. Han Lengqian also had a room.

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Why?Why are you doing this to me?Ling Yifeng, I trust you so much, yet you lied to me.

Brother, do you really think that instilling a new memory will be all right?I have been fighting Dark Wing for more than ten years, are you so selfish and want me to forget?

Xiaoxi, aren't we best friends?Why are you also hiding it from me?Don't tell me?Why did you tell me that Ling Yifeng is my fiancé?Why did you lie to me that my father was dead?

My father should be doing fine with that impostor now.

Oh, it turns out that you are all lying to me.

Why didn't you tell me that Kim Sung Hee was dead, why didn't you tell me, do you know how sad I felt when Sato Sakura sang that song, but you would rather just look at me and not tell me the truth.

I feel like a clown, really, being played around by you.

When you see that innocent Han Enxin, don't you think of me in the past?I'm obviously not like that. For more than ten years, I have long been used to indifference.

Sorry, I can't forgive you.

Really, there is no way to understand.

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I'm debating whether to write a tragedy or a comedy. . .

"Kiss My Pulling Princess" asks for support. . .

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The little novel continues:

4.The day before graduation, he watched her at the same table wearing earphones and writing papers. He wanted to confess his love to her but was too embarrassed to say so. Finally, he tentatively called her name, but she didn't respond at all, and continued to write papers. , so he whispered all he wanted to say to her; he rang the bell and the class was over, he left his seat, and she let go of the pause button at the same table and burst into tears. .