Leng Ai Princess VS Fengyun Fourth Prince

It turns out that there are so many twists and turns...

Han Xiyan thought for a long time before saying in a low voice, "Father, don't blame yourself anymore. This is everyone's fate that is predestined, not your fault."

Rong Baichuan looked at Han Xiyan in astonishment, he couldn't believe that he forgave him so easily, he couldn't believe that Han Xiyan had changed so much after only a few days of absence.

Han Xiyan smiled bitterly, and turned away from Rong Baichuan's astonished gaze.

Yes!

This is all fate!

Many people fall in love every day, and how many people choose to run away from home?

Many people are separated from their loved ones every day, and how many of them will become depressed?

Every day, many people's relatives get terminally ill, and how many people die while driving while drunk?

These are fates!

Character is destiny!

Their respective personalities determine today's result, and it's unfair for Rong Baichuan to recite all the results alone!

"Dad! I've asked the lawyer to complete the formalities, let's go home!" Han Xiyan held Rong Baichuan's hand.

He smiled.

that's nice!

It seems that he can hold the little bit of happiness that belongs to him again...

In the past days, the only person who could give him warmth and love could come back to him again!

that's nice!

……

In the dark, Xu Muyang watched Han Xiyan help Rong Baichuan out of the detention center with dark eyes.

They all had calm faces, talking in low voices, with a faint happy smile away from the hustle and bustle of their mouths.

Xu Muyang watched with gloomy eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a big mocking arc—what a touching scene of a loving father and a filial son!

He looked away mockingly, flipping through the photos on his phone.

He underestimated Nangong Minglu, that girl who looked so weak had the courage to convince Han Xiyan to let Rong Baichuan go!

However, this is not the end, but another wonderful beginning. With these photos in his mobile phone, he wants to see how long they can be filial and peaceful...

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early morning.

The golden sunshine is as clear and bright as if it has just been washed.

The clear and bright sunlight, through the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, shone on Ling Haotian's slender and graceful hands.

At this moment, those graceful hands are tightly holding a newspaper.

Holding it firmly, the knuckles turned white.

The newspaper in his hand had a full-page genuine page and published a huge photo.

——The photo of Han Xiyan kissing Nangong Minglu forcefully.

In the photo, Han Xiyan tightly hugged Nangong Minglu's waist, and Nangong Minglu burst into tears, all the blood had faded from his suet-colored face, and humiliation, endurance, and pain intertwined in his eyes.

It was as if a weightless hammer hit Ling Haotian's heart so hard that he could barely breathe.

He jerked, and the newspaper tore in his hands.

There were three more venting movements, and the newspaper was smashed into pieces in his hands.

He rushed out the door, started the car engine, and the car flew away...

Behind him, colorful fragments of newspapers are still flying in the air, like butterflies with broken wings...

Poor and pathetic...

A hidden place in the green hills.

The milky white castle is independent from the world.

Just like its owner.

Pure and noble, yet cold and arrogant.

Ling Haotian rushed into the castle and kicked open the door in the hall fiercely.

Han Xiyan stood facing the window, seeing Ling Haotian's arrival, he was not at all surprised.

Behind him is an open morning newspaper.

In the newspaper, he was standing with Nangong Minglu hugging each other...

Ling Haotian rushed to Han Xiyan with a livid face, and punched Han Xiyan fiercely in the face.

Han Xiyan staggered and fell to the ground.

Ling Haotian rushed in front of him with big strides, grabbed his lapel and pulled him up from the ground, followed by another punch...

One punch...

Another punch...

Han Xiyan never fought back.

"Fight back! Why didn't you fight back?" Ling Haotian grabbed his collar and growled angrily.

"I'm sorry!" Han Xiyan dodged Ling Haotian's eyes guiltily, and blood flowed quietly from his lips.

"Do you remember what you promised me? You promised me that you would never hurt her again!" Ling Haotian roared.

In Ling Haotian's mind, Nangong Minglu's face of humiliation, endurance, and pain flashed across, and his heart ached beyond measure.

"I'm sorry! At that moment, my mind went blank... I forgot!...I forgot...you said...she is the person you like..." Han Xiyan closed his eyes in pain.

why?

Why did fate like to torture him so much?

When he finally woke up from his so-called hatred.

When he finally understood that his hatred was actually because he couldn't get her love.

When he finally knew, he loved her!Love her more than anyone!

But she is already his friend's beloved...

Ling Haotian's fist stopped abruptly in mid-air.

The blood around Han Xiyan's mouth was bright and dazzling, just like the blood that came out of his leg when he was bitten by a poisonous snake that year.

Han Xiyan lowered his head without hesitation and sucked out the poisonous blood from his leg...

His arm fell to his side feebly, and the hand that was tightly clutching Han Xiyan's collar also slowly let go.

He took a few steps back, with a look of pain and disappointment in his eyes, "You really let me down, I remember I told you once, she is like air to me, if I lose her, I will suffocate! But you... "

He continued to walk backwards, and finally turned around...

"Haotian!..." Han Xiyan took two quick steps to catch up with him and put his hands on his shoulders.

The moment Han Xiyan's hand landed on his shoulder, without thinking, he grabbed Han Xiyan's arm with his backhand, threw it over his shoulder forcefully, threw Han Xiyan over his shoulder, and fell hard to the ground.

"Bang"...

Han Xiyan lay flat on the ground with his eyes closed, his face pale and motionless.

Ling Haotian was stunned...

It was as if countless steel needles had been pierced into his heart, and it would hurt when he stuck it in, but it still hurt when he pulled it out...

After a few minutes, Han Xiyan coughed a few times, and as his chest heaved, a few streaks of blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.

He slowly opened his eyes, struggled to get up from the ground, shook violently, but still looked at Ling Haotian apologetically and ashamedly, "Can you forgive me? If you still can't, you can continue..."

Ling Haotian pursed his lips tightly, anxious and angry, angry and hated, but he could no longer swing the fist in his hand...

He bypassed Han Xiyan and strode out.

"Haotian!" Han Xiyan turned around to block his way, "Are we... still friends?"

Ling Haotian looked into Han Xiyan's eyes, "If you weren't my friend, I wouldn't be here."

After leaving this sentence, Ling Haotian left quickly.

Han Xiyan stumbled to the edge of the sofa, sat down, and put his head in his hands.

——Why did everything become like this?

What did he do?