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When Meng Yuannian woke up again, he looked down and saw Mo Qingxian lying in his arms, his arms were numb but he was reluctant to move.He only tilted his head to see Mo Qingxian's gentle and peaceful sleeping face.He put his forehead on it and closed his eyes, feeling a peace of mind he had never felt before.

He just lay awake with his eyes closed, and his thoughts were beating non-stop at that moment.From that winter of [-], from the night when the Meng family was destroyed, until I met Mo Qingxian.They depended on each other and struggled in desperation. They fled all the way to the final parting.He even thought of the hellish three months, his eyes were black except for red, and he could still clearly remember the furnishings of that room at this moment.He stood like an outsider in the room that once made his life worse than death, looking at himself chained up on the bed, struggling like a wretch, looking forward to it, gritting his teeth over and over again to wake himself up .

He saw someone put wooden beads in his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue. His eyes were covered with red silk and he couldn't see the appearance of that person.All they knew was that he was tall and tall, his voice was magnetically warm, but his words were cruel and harsh.He tortured himself completely as his plaything, so many difficult days, thinking about it now, he didn't know how he survived.

He swore in his heart over and over again that if he was still alive, he would take revenge.He thought over and over again that if he really reached the last step, he would rather die; he even thought of dozens of possible ways to commit suicide, and he waited desperately every day for someone to save him.

Later, he was rescued, and the moment he saw Uncle Jing, he even thought he was hallucinating. He often had hallucinations. In the hallucinations, he was still the young master of the Meng family, the young master who was admired by all the stars.Mo Qingxian would even appear in the hallucinations. In those hallucinations, they went to school together, ate, slept, went home together, and did many things together.The feeling was so good that he almost couldn't help being addicted, but as long as he heard that person's voice, he would suddenly wake up from the illusion.

In the following two years, he lived in an unprecedented lucid and chaotic life. He often couldn't distinguish dreams from reality, couldn't help the tyranny in his heart, would often lose his temper, and would suddenly beat people down at the negotiating table.He really caused too much trouble for Uncle Jing and Uncle Pei in those two years.

He never dared to sleep peacefully, for fear that when he woke up, he would still be in that secret room, and everything now was just an illusion.He went to Beijing to persuade the Lin family, and started this plan that is almost in the foreseeable future. It has been almost ten years, how many ten years can there be in life?But this is not enough, he is growing, and the enemies have not stopped, how much time will it take before he can really trample them down.

He suddenly remembered what Cao Pan said, he raised his hand to touch his face, is this the face?It's just a skin, can it really make people fall in love like that?He gently moved Mo Qingxian away, lifted the quilt and walked into the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror and looked at the people inside.Porcelain white skin that cannot be tanned no matter what, slender and sharp eyebrows, narrow and dark peach blossom eyes, straight nose bridge, small and thin lips, sharp and round chin, it really is an extremely delicate face.

He seldom looked at his own face, he knew that he was good-looking, and he could calmly face others making fun of his appearance, but he didn't think it was such a happy thing for a man to be praised for his good looks.He looked at the person in the mirror, that person's eyes and brows were clearly cold, revealing a kind of fickleness, obviously it was just a normal man's face.

He put his hands on the sink, lowered his head, and really cared about Cao Pan's words in his heart. Could it be that this face really hurt the Meng family?How old was he then?But fourteen, it's just a child, is there really such a fearful and selfish person in this world?

Yes, indeed there were, why did he forget, if not, how did he get through those three months?

"Hehe..." Meng Yuannian supported the pool, and suddenly burst out laughing, tears streaming down his face.He slid on the ground, covering his face and weeping uncontrollably.He thought of his father, and at the last moment he used his body as a shield to stand in front of him, protecting him until death, and being his hero until death.

"A Yuan! A Yuan!" Mo Qingxian ran into the bathroom in a panic. He saw Meng Yuannian raised his beautiful face and looked at him fragilely with tears, like the most beautiful flower showing withered desolation meaning.The beauty is thrilling but desperate.He knelt down and hugged his head in his arms, patted his back and said over and over again: "A Yuan, I am here, my A Yuan, A Qing is here, and will always be here."

He felt that his heart had been broken into countless pieces in Meng Yuannian's tears. He wished he could bear it with his own body, but he couldn't.How much he wanted to ask the sky, is there a god?If so, please let A Yuan be happy, let all those pains disappear, he is willing to exchange himself with A Yuan, as long as he can...

He begged and begged over and over again, but to no avail.He hugged Meng Yuannian like he was hugging the whole world, carefully and affectionately.