Chapter 32: Moving Heart

  He repeated it twice, supporting himself on the table and laboriously straightening up to go upstairs.

  No one will understand why she ran away from her wedding and why he made such a decision.

  Congee, I'll pretend not to know, pretend that I don't know anything. What I'm pretending not to know is that on that day, he took advantage of you, and you could have thought of all sorts of ways to refuse him. You knew very well that it was the day of our engagement ceremony, you knew that you were going to be my wife, and you could have thought of all sorts of ways to get rid of him, but you didn't. This shows that in your heart, doesn't he still occupy a place? Because you love him, that's why you didn't refuse him, right?

  I can also pretend not to know that you ran away from the wedding, perhaps it's not because you're no longer worthy of me, and perhaps it's not because you want a better woman to replace you. You ran away from the wedding, is it because of him? Because he appeared, he possessed you, so your heart became unsettled, so you didn't want to marry me, right?

  That white figure in the warm sunlight, taking firm steps up the stairs, seemed to be a kind of faith that would never fall. No one could see him hiding behind his resolute back, his pale face so powerless.

  One side warmth, three parts loneliness, just like that piece of crystal chess, under the transparent luster, is a speckled white loneliness.

  Yuexue Peak, surrounded by mountains on three sides and a city on one side. In this remote section of Daxing'anling, the wild horse galloped at an extraordinary speed, its small body undulating up and down on the uneven road surface, with gravel rolling to both sides from time to time. Ahead, the open view stretched out endlessly into the wilderness.

  Because it is a three-sided ring mountain, after arriving at this place, even if there is sunlight, the rest of the winter, the temperature has also dropped by several degrees.

  The woman in his arms murmured and snuggled into the man's chest, feeling warm, then fell back asleep, her eyes closing heavily.

  Winter sunshine shines through the car window glass, illuminating the woman's rosy face in her arms, which is lovely.

  Ye Song tightened the coat wrapped around her, his fingers inadvertently stroking her cheek, all the way up to touch her fluttering eyelashes like a feather fan. The palm of his hand gently caressed her tender cheeks, and his eyes were filled with unintentionally revealed tenderness and affection that even he didn't know existed.

  The sleeping face of Qian Lian Xia was lovely, her delicate face had lost its sharpness, those clear eyes were quietly closed, and would no longer glare at him, nor look at him with such mocking disgust, but were simply quietly closed, quietly allowing him to tightly hug her again.

  The driver was Hao Lianyu, and sitting beside him was Xie Hua. He didn't avoid suspicion at all, making it clear to everyone that he had truly fallen for this woman.

  Hao Lianhuan's eyes flashed with a momentary light, sharp and invisible. Benhua was staring blankly at him holding Qianlian Xia, looking at the corners of his mouth that were hooked up, his mind somewhat dazed.

  This time they didn't bring many people, so there were only three jeeps following behind them.

  Looking at her sleeping face, although he couldn't bear to destroy this hard-won quiet time that belonged only to the two of them, he still had to ask Hao Lianpeng in front of him: "How long does this medicine last, why hasn't she woken up yet?"

  Hao Lianju was also somewhat puzzled: "In theory, she should be awake by now."

  "How come he's still not awake," Ye Song's tone was somewhat anxious, "Is it that the medicine is too strong or did we give him too much?"

  Hao Lian said nothing but glanced at Qian Lian Xia, "Young Master, don't worry, she should wake up soon."

  Ye Shengge suddenly realized that his tone was overly concerned, and he restrained himself: "Are you sure the old man is dead? Can the people on the other side guarantee it with absolute certainty?" His tone was very serious, and even his eyes narrowed slightly. How could he be certain that the old man wasn't killed in the explosion?

  Hao Lianhui looked at the mountain road ahead, nodding affirmatively. "It can be 100% confirmed because someone didn't believe it and took action afterwards. He was hit by several bullets and even if he had been blown up earlier, it can now be confirmed that he is really dead." When Hao Lianhui mentioned the Dragon Gang leader, he used a 'he' with an obvious tone of disdain.

  "Do you know who that person is?" Ye Song gently brushed away the hair blowing in front of Qian Lixia's eyes.

  "What does the young master think?" asked Hao Lianpeng.

  "When the old man dies, who will most want to seize the position of leader? That person is..."

  "Second Master!" Hao Lian's eyes narrowed, gripping the steering wheel tightly as he accelerated slightly. "Young Master, it seems we must hurry." Hao Lian was getting anxious.

  "Wrong, wrong, wrong," Ye Song sighed, "We have to take it slow. Now that the old man's body is not yet cold, today is just the second day before his burial. I reckon they wouldn't dare make trouble in front of the mourning hall either. You know, there are many people loyal to the old man in the Dragon Gang. If they dare make trouble, won't those foolishly loyal subordinates fight them to the death?"

  Ye Shengge's lips curled up into a wickedly charming smile, "Let's just sit back and watch the tigers fight, let them make a ruckus, after all, this position of leader will still be mine in the end. Let them both suffer losses, clearing away a batch of people for me, isn't that even better?" The scorching sunlight highlighted his confident and arrogant smile, a dazzling overture before the darkness.

  The bumpy mountain road continued, and Qian Lixia finally furrowed her brow, showing some reaction. Her body seemed to be out of control, sometimes like being tossed about at sea, and other times like falling off a cliff.

  An intense feeling of discomfort made her wake up from her sleep with a dazed expression. As she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was his firm jawline and the detestable face that belonged to it. She remembered what had happened before she fainted - he was the one who had knocked her out, so now all she felt for him was hatred.

  "Awake?" Ye Song looked down at her, who was restlessly moving in his arms, and Qian Lixia only then realized that she was actually in his embrace. What on earth was going on?

  She sprang out of his arms like she was avoiding the plague, but accidentally bumped her head on the car roof and bounced back into his arms. The pain brought tears to her eyes, "Ye Sheng Ge," she gritted her teeth and glared at him, taking in their surroundings - outside the window were mountains, more mountains, and still more mountains; no, besides mountains there were also rocks on the winding mountain road and a vast expanse of wilderness.

  A chill ran down her spine as she coldly asked him, "Ye Songge, where is this place? Where are you planning to take me?"

  Her aloof gaze made his eyes ache, knowing that waking up would be like this, but he had hoped to still see the pure and innocent eyes of the past, smiling at him. "What, are you afraid I'll sell you?"

  Ye Sheng hooked up her little chin and smiled playfully.

  "Seriously, I want to go home. Where is this place? I want to go home."

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