Holding the changing clothes in his hand, Lin Yitong trembled all over her body due to the cold.

The bathroom door was closed by him.

She was sure that he would not come in during this process and would not have any unreasonable thoughts, but in his heart, he suddenly felt so worried and uncomfortable.

Turning off the shower, and pouring hot water from beginning to end, the heat flow slowly spreads through the cortical cells to the whole body, making her heart warm, but she remembers that just now, Hosran was in the heavy rain, her eyes were filled with unforgettable, blood-stained deep in the dark eyes, regret burning and tormenting her like magma.

She stopped with a light "pop", but she didn't know how long she had been wet.

After a simple wash, I walked out. The room was so quiet that I could hear the ticking sound of seconds. There was no one in the living room, the bedroom, and the kitchen.

My eyes swept through the huge living room to the balcony. The solemn and tall black shadow blew on the 17th floor high building.

She walked over, froze for a long time, and opened the door.

The sound of the wind blew over his ears.

"..." She lowered her head, her long hair was blown into chaos, and she shivered from the cold, and said hoarsely: "Hosran, you don't have to do this."

The standing figure suddenly moved, and turned around and saw that she had already taken a shower.

He was indeed thrusting his headache by the strong wind, but he felt that it would be better, but she couldn't. Hosran walked in, put his hand over her thin shoulders, took her in, and closed the balcony door.

The hand could feel the chill through the clothes.

"I'm fine," he said hoarsely.

After taking a shower, she was already a little awake, and her slender eyelashes flashed up and down like butterflies: "...I don't know why you are so self-abuse, but you don't need to do this again. You handle Yun Fei's affairs. I think you have paid off this debt. You don't need to treat yourself like this in front of me."

A pale smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "But you don't know, it's not just those things. Those things make me feel that no matter how I punish myself, it's not enough."

——What would happen if she knew one day?

"I won't keep you," she shook her head, taking a step back with her pale little face, "But it's better to deal with yourself before you leave. Don't let anyone go out of me, but you have to count my business after falling down."

He looked slightly confused: "Are you afraid I will fall?"

"You know how many dangers your body has encountered and how many injuries you have suffered. If you practice yourself like this, Hosran, even if you are safe in the second half of your life, you will definitely not be able to live to be sixty years old!"

But he just smiled faintly and supported the sofa with one hand: "Maybe it is best not to live. I will live for decades less. Is it enough to compensate for the danger of having only one kidney in your life..."

"Bang!" With a loud noise, she slapped her hard without even thinking about it. She was so angry that her face turned pale and her whole body was trembling.

Death? What she hates the most is that others say death so easily. Her life is so difficult, and she is living so hard that she struggles so hard. Why should he say death?

Hosran felt half of his ears buzzing. This time she really used force to hit her. He clearly felt the hot pain.

He raised his eyes, trying to capture what she was thinking about at this moment.

"Or, don't you want me to die?" He looked at her with a few strands of blood soaked in his eyes, like a false and unrealistic begging and fantasy.

She was so angry that her face was pale, she took a breath, turned her head to walk towards the bedroom, took out his full set of clothes from the bedroom, and threw it hard in front of him and said sternly: "Hosran, either go in or get out!!"

Her patience has been pushed to the extreme.

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More than ten minutes later, Hosran finally came out of the bathroom.

The little woman sitting on the sofa with a cold knee-length face turned badly, turned her head and said, "Your cell phone has been ringing for a long time, and it's on the table."

Hosran stared straight at her back, walked over to her side, and picked up his cell phone.

"Hello?"

The voice of the call was low and dull, but every word fell on her. She picked up the medical case book and saw only a trance.

"I know. She will appear in court."

After hanging up the phone for a long time, there was no movement. When the light swayed in the field of view, it turned out to be a warm blanket, covering her naked feet that were gathered on the sofa, and then wrapped around her back and stretched out tightly. She was still stunned, and her back was gently picked up by a big palm, and her body fell into a hot embrace, and even her wet head was covered with a blanket.

"It has been autumn for a long time. Don't stay barefoot like this again in the living room.

”

The soft cotton pajamas rubbed against the backsleeved shirt he rarely wore, and the low voice on his head was about to cause her hallucination.

The throbbing of the body and the ambiguous smell that I rubbed when I fell in love.

"I have given you such rights? Can I treat me like this in my home?" She raised her cold little face and tried hard to raise her morale.

"Love doesn't require any right. I said that I do it because I love it." His hot breath approached and stroked her little face. "I can't control myself, so even if I know I'm not qualified, you are not allowed to take good care of myself. I did a lot of things in the first half of my life, but in the second half of my life it seemed that this one was left, you."

The second half of my life seemed to have nothing, only one thing left, you.

She sneered: "You are just a moment of guilt. After this time, your life will continue."

He smiled faintly and said nothing. He would indeed continue, for her, to continue.

The arms were so warm that it made her afraid of the cold that she didn't think about leaving for a moment.

"What did you say on the phone just now?" She seemed to hear words like "appearing in court".

Hosran gently stroked her hair and said in a low voice: "At the trial next month, you are the most important witness and the victim. Have you ever thought about it? You are going to appear in court."

——In other words, she would be asked to recall in court that she was accused of attempted murder.

Yun Fei moved and involved the entire Yun family. Their relationship was once extremely bad, but Yun Fei was indeed bleeding the same half of her blood as hers.

"Do you want to go?" he asked.

Her little face turned pale for a while before she recovered. Her fist slowly clenched, she nodded and said hoarsely: "Yes."

But after a moment she thought of something and raised her face: "But it's not that simple. I have learned that recordings and other materials cannot be presented as completely powerful evidence in court. When I was abroad, I thought about going back to take revenge, so I have checked all domestic legal information - and the Yun family, it is absolutely impossible for the court to just let the verdict be announced like this. They can hire the best lawyer, and it may be possible to reverse the world."

It is always difficult to cover up the matter in private, but if it is put on the table, all possible storms will come.

This is like in court that time, she and her mother Lin Weilan were weak and lacked evidence. Even if they didn’t have enough lawyers, it would be useless. She lost, so she had a shadow and was afraid that she would not win.

Hosran gently rubbed her slender and soft neck and said softly: "It's better to watch it. Leave everything to me."

Her little face raised went from serious to slightly dazed, and she said hoarsely: "Would you go and deal with the Yun family's affairs?"

"I'll go."

A sad smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Do you believe it? Even if you say this, I still can't let go. A few years ago, you believed in the Yun family. You felt that my hatred for them was my business and had nothing to do with you. You felt that you owe Yun Shang, but you wanted me to repay it. At that time, I even thought, who are you? Who will stand on the side of my hatred and help the people who hurt me hurt me to hurt my heart? You said you love me, but what kind of love in the world will be like this?"

Hosran, you kept saying that, but you told me how to believe it?

Hosran's heart trembled, holding her face tightly with both hands, and bloodshot of regret in his deep eyes, and slowly said in a hoarse voice: "It's my fault. I only thought it was the grudge of your parents' previous generation, but I didn't remember that you watched your mother live for so many years of hardship. You hate them because every little bit of their happiness is based on your past pain. You can't envy or compare, but you can't help but hate them."

He smiled bitterly, pressing her forehead tightly, as if her breathing was hot: "I understood it later, but I regretted that it was only after so long that it was only after 'after'. I even regretted that I was standing so close to you, but watching you struggle in pain and refused to reach out. The Yun family is truly hostile to you, and it took me so long to see clearly... Sorry. Baby, I'm sorry..."
Chapter completed!