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Chapter 4735: Dance with the wind (71)
Translator: 549690339
Huang qingwu couldnât hold back her tears, and han yichu felt that his chest was wet. It was so hot that he felt uncomfortable.
He knew that she was crying because of him.
Han yichu felt more and more guilty, and she even felt pain.
He had never seen a girl cry in such a weak and painful way. Silent crying was actually more heartbreaking.
Other than Helian man, he had never hugged any other girl.
Han yichu didnât notice at first when Huang qingwu hugged her. She only noticed the moisture on her chest, which made him feel a little pain.
When he lowered his head again, he noticed that the person in his arms was being hugged like this, as if it was the most natural thing.
His embrace seemed to be prepared for her.
Han yichu didnât know why he felt that way, but he didnât feel repulsed.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Han yichu slowly returned Huang qingwuâs hug and gently patted her back. Hesitating, she touched her head and said in a low voice,ââDonât cry anymore, okay?â
âI just want to cry. I canât hold it in. I want to cry. I had a dream. I dreamed that you forgot about me and said bad things to hurt me on purpose. I donât want you anymore. I want to hurt you too. I want you to know my pain.â
Hearing this, han yichuâs heart skipped a beat, and the pain in her heart seemed to spread to her whole body.
This feeling was so strange that he didnât even understand what was going on.
Did she like him that much?
Did he hurt her so deeply?
She thought it was a dream.
Han yichu did not understand what Huang qingwu meant at that moment, but he would only understand when he thought back to what she had said.
Han yichu did not know how to comfort Huang qingwu, so she could only say in a hoarse voice,ââThatâs just a dream. Itâs not real. Letâs go home.â
âYes, yichu, youâre the best. You love me, unlike him in the modern world. He doesnât love me at all and always goes back on his words. Heâs just toying with me!â
Huang qingwu sobbed as she spoke with hidden bitterness.
Han yichuâs mouth was full of bitterness.
However, she was crying so hard that it was obvious that she was not in her right mind, so han yichu could not argue with her.
It was already good enough that she was willing to go home with him.
Han yichu couldnât let Huang qingwu walk when she was in such a bad mood. She kept holding onto him, not letting go. However, it was so cold outside, and it was snowing. Han yichu was worried that Huang qingwu would catch a cold.
He had no choice but to carry Huang qingwu in his arms and walk back.
Huang qingwu leaned her head into han yichuâs arms. She was not afraid of the snow.
When they were outside the villa, Huang qingwu heard someone talking to han yichu. She turned around and saw the villa. Her mouth was wide open. Why was it this building? wasnât this the Han residence?
Huang qingwu realized later that she was still in the modern era and this was not a dream. Her memories of the Republic of China were a dream.
Huang qingwu suddenly came back to her senses and recalled the situation just now. So, this was the truth.
Huang qingwu struggled out of han yichuâs arms and wanted to get down.
Han yichu tried to hold Huang qingwu tightly to prevent her from falling.âDonât move. Weâre almost home.â
âHan yichu, let me go, let me go, donât you regret it? I donât want you anymore. I want to go. Put me down ...â
Huang qingwu said these words excitedly. She didnât want to come back and hurt herself. She didnât want han yichu to hurt her again.