The room was as quiet as a desolate grave for a moment. Zhong Qingye tied his clothes again, covering up the traces on his body tightly without missing a single trace, and was alert to Feng Jin, who was drooping at the table. []

It was not her illusion. For a moment, Zhong Qingye clearly felt the strong murderous intent emanating from Feng Jin!

She is not unfamiliar with that kind of murderous intent. Qi Mo and herself, but she never thought that she would find the same familiar aura in Feng Jin.

Cold, dark, depressed, dull... All kinds of sluggish emotions wrapped around Feng Jin's entire body like thick fog. His face was blurred and dull, and faintly, and could reach the man's red eyes, like a bloodthirsty beast.

Feng Jin's whole body was covered with extreme coldness, and the bitter coldness was even worse than Qi Molai. The air pressure in the room was extremely low in an instant. This dangerous aura made Zhong Qingye frightened. She couldn't help but reach out and grabbed the mouth of her clothes and retreated repeatedly.

Feng Jin suddenly raised his head.

The black hair wind automatically blew violently on the pale face. The man's always warm eyes were covered with blood, like a beast being forced into a desperate situation. His teeth were bitten, as if he was grinding his teeth, his thin lips were pursed, as if his face was expressionless, and he seemed to be crazy.

Zhong Qingye was inexplicably frightened, frowned and asked tentatively: "Feng Jin?...why are you..."

"A Qing!" the man called out.

The voice is hoarse and low, like the uncontrollable roar of the devil in hell, making people tremble the soul from the bottom of their hearts.

"You said it was just a deal!"

Every word of his seemed to squeeze out from his teeth, and every word seemed to have exhausted all his strength, hysterical, and extremely calm, stubbornly and crazy, with his eyes like the Yinquan of Hell: "Tell me, what's going on?"

Zhong Qingye's pupils trembled slightly, and he was catching his hands and feet in front of him.

Even if he acts violently and dangerously, she can still detect the pain that penetrates the soul...

In this pain, she couldn't help feeling guilty.

Why?

This is what she is doing, why does Feng Jin...

Suddenly, the girl widened her eyes, and incredibly looked at the man who was trying hard to keep his sanity. An incredible idea became clearer and clearer in her mind.

Could it be that Feng Jin is from Zhong Qingye of this world...

No...how could it be...

If this is the case, how could he let her marry Qi Mo?

Zhong Qingye shook his head vigorously, as if he wanted to completely throw this idea out of his mind. But it was obvious that he did not succeed. Not only did this idea not be thrown out, but instead became clearer and clearer in his mind.

Many memory fragments of the past emerged uncontrollably, Feng Jin's attitude towards her, Feng Jin's gentleness towards her, Feng Jin's doting towards her, Feng Jin's protection towards her...

The first time she came here, he said to her, don't be afraid, he is here.

She accepted the fact and slapped him. He smiled and gave his other half the face, saying, "As long as you relieve your anger."

She was seriously injured and unconscious, and he tried his best to rescue her;

He tried his best to stop her before she got married;

When the Zhong family was destroyed, he appeared behind her and caught her falling body

And now...

……………………

Many, many details that she had not paid attention to before, all boiled in this moment, and they shouted and surrounded them into an idea.

Feng Jin treats her...

"A Qing!"

Before Zhong Qingye could react, Feng Jin's speed suddenly became faster and rushed to her, pressing her shoulders and pressing her heavily against the wall of the room. The force was so strong that she almost crushed her shoulder bones through her thin body.

Zhong Qingye couldn't help frowning and moaned slightly.

Feng Jin had red eyes and stared at her tightly, with a storm of waves in his eyes, and was so crazy that he was about to suck her whole body into her and completely submerged her.

"Tell me, was he forced you?!"

Gripping teeth, every word uses all the power of the soul.

Zhong Qingye's whole body trembled and he stared blankly.

Feng Jin looked at her with a crazy and calm eyes, like a person falling into the abyss. Even though he knew that a piece of rotten wood could not save him, he still held it tightly without hesitation.

That's so crazy.

That's so painful.

The marginal guilt, without any source or reason, drowned her entire body in that moment.

Feng Jin's pain was so clear that she clearly reminded her that she had let down another man.

This man's identity is a mystery, and he may have a close relationship with the former Zhong Qingye.

This man is hard to figure out, perhaps because he regarded her as the original Zhong Qingye.

But in any case, he is really hurt by her now.

She is not Zhong Qingye of this world, she is just a thief who stole Zhong Qingye's body and Zhong Qingye's identity. Now, she still has to hurt this man who doesn't want to hurt with her identity.

In the past, Zhong Qingye should have been an enviable couple with him.

If she hadn't inexplicably snatched Zhong Qingye's body, maybe they would have had a very beautiful ending.

If it were the real Zhong Qingye, how painful would Feng Jin be to such an extent?

The heart seemed to start to hurt, and a sharp knife kept stirring...

It hurts so much...it hurts so much...

Zhong Qingye, is this you in pain or I in pain...

Feng Jin suddenly widened his eyes, catching the tears rolling out of the thin girl's eyes, and the crystal and warm liquid fell down drop by drop along the outline of her sharp face.

The reason that was almost gone was instantly recovered. He withdrew his hands like an electric shock. The girl lost his support and squatted down the wall softly, reaching out to cover her face.

The depressed cry sounded in the room, and the thin girl trembled slightly. Tears as big as beans fell from her fingers, hitting the floor, and almost a crisp sound could be heard.

The tears came fiercely and suddenly. Zhong Qingye's fundamental method determines whether she was crying or another Zhong Qingye who had not left in the void. She could only feel the pain of her whole chest tearing, almost destroying all her reason.

"……sorry…"

The girl showed mournful compassion, shivering, and her long dark hair brushed from her shoulders to the floor, shining like running water.

There is another chapter in an hour later.

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