"It still doesn't work." Mo Chuan said.
Chu Shaoyang laughed angrily: "Chu Mochuan, what qualifications do you have to speak for her? If she were here, she would want to see me!"
"I don't think she will ever want to see you again." Mo Chuan said coldly, his eyes as cold as frost, "Think about what you have done to her. How dare you say such things?"
These words were like a whip, hitting Chu Shaoyang's heart hard.
Suddenly, scenes from the past came to mind.
Countless scenes flashed before his eyes. Once, she was his formally married bride, but he never even looked at her, never bowed in the hall, and never lifted the veil.
On the third day after she entered the house, he married her new sister and entered the house. The news that she was seriously ill and waiting to die was reported to him by a servant, but he did not feel the slightest ripple in his heart. Instead, he said easily that she would have died earlier. good.
After saying that, he put on the groom's clothes and went to greet the bride.
Later, she was not dead, but she appeared at his wedding hall as if she were a different person, laughing and cursing, completely destroying his face in front of everyone, and even made him look embarrassed in front of everyone!
At that moment, he really hated her.
In the days to come, there was only one thing on his mind, which was to torture her in every possible way until she died.
Thinking of this, Chu Shaoyang's back was covered in sweat, and the wind blew, making him feel chilly.
There were also big drops of cold sweat dripping down his forehead.
It turned out that although he thought he loved her deeply, he had been so cruel and ruthless to her.
Many times, she was tortured to the point of death by him.
Can such torture be considered love
If a woman was loved by a man in this way and she could still be passionately devoted to him, Chu Shaoyang would suspect that this woman was crazy.
He had always been angry at her change of heart, scolded her, and resented her, but at this moment, the past events came to his mind, and he only felt terrified.
All the warm and colorful memories I once had with her were now covered with a layer of cold blood.
He shivered intelligently and did not dare to think about it any more.
His face gradually turned pale and fear appeared in his eyes.
He was not afraid of Mo Chuan, but afraid of the truth in his heart.
Because hatred is the power that supports him.
But once this power disappeared, he felt shaky and weak.
Chu Shaoyang was sweating profusely, and the clothes all over his body were soaked, but he didn't notice it and looked at Mo Chuan blankly.
"Yes, you are right. I was sorry for her, and I was wrong."
His apology took everyone by surprise.
Even Mo Chuan was surprised.
Chu Shaoyang has always been arrogant and arrogant. He never bows to others, let alone admits his mistakes.
He would rather die than admit his mistake.
"Chu Shaoyang, don't play tricks. No matter what you say, I won't let you see her." Mo Chuan said coldly.
Hearing this, Chu Shaoyang felt as if all the bones in his body were pulled out. He swayed and stood firm again.
His expression slowly returned to calm.
"Well, since you don't let me see her, then it's okay not to see her. I really don't have the shame to see her."
A wry smile appeared at the corner of his lips, and he raised his head to look at the sunset glow disappearing on the horizon.
As night falls, it becomes dark.
He pulled out a dagger from his waist.
Xiao Si and Zhui Feng immediately stepped forward and stood in front of Mo Chuan, glaring at Chu Shaoyang in a prepared manner.
Chu Shaoyang didn't even look at the two of them.
He stretched out his left hand, and the dagger slashed across his wrist, causing blood to gush out immediately.