At this moment, Ji Mianmian pricked up her ears against the door and could vaguely hear what was said inside. She happened to hear what he said.
Her heart warmed and a smile appeared on her face.
In fact, she had almost guessed the relationship between the two people inside, but she still didn't want to think too much without hearing them say it themselves.
The conversation inside was still going on. She thought for a while and decided that she had already listened to it, so let's just finish it.
Madam Murong's voice became weaker and weaker, her eyes no longer had any sparkle, and she was holding on with force every second.
"Mianmian is a good girl. It's great that you can be with her... I know you hate me in your heart, but I also... "
Impatience flashed across Murong Mian's face: "Okay, you don't need to tell me how painful you were at the beginning, it has nothing to do with me, and you don't need to threaten me with the fact that you are about to die, or say anything to make me forgive you, let alone What are you talking about, what is your last wish, what is on your mind, I know it all. You just want to let the guilt in your heart disappear through my mouth before you die, and you just want to die with peace of mind. But... why?"
Madam Murong's lips trembled. She looked at Murong Mian's cold face and felt indescribably sad.
She felt like there was a stone in her throat, and she choked with sobs: "I... I have always wanted to make up for it. I really want to make it up to you..."
"Thank you, but there is no need. Oh, and also, I don't want anyone else to know about what happened between us except us. After all, this is not a glorious past." Murong Mian said with a cold face, Not at all polite.
He was originally as cold as a stone, but now, he is starting to become a little impatient.
Madam Murong stretched out her hand: "I...I..."
Murong Mian interrupted him: "Who do you want to give to the Murong family? If there is no one, I will donate it to charity after you die."
"Shaoguang... Shaoguang..."
Murong Mian suddenly shouted coldly: "That's enough, don't call me by my name anymore. This name has died, isn't it Murong Mian now? You are such a good mother, even if your son dies, you have to let him His face, his name, continue to live, look back and wait for you to die and see him underground, you continue to be a loving mother and a filial son, how good it is, don't worry, I will hide you together."
His eyes were aggressive and sinister, and his words were particularly sharp, even very harsh.
Madam Murong was stunned. Her heartbeat suddenly jumped twice quickly on the instrument.
She looked at the suddenly angry Murong Mian and seemed to suddenly understand that she made him hate more than one thing.
"Did you... did you... hate me, back then, back then... to..."
Murong Mian looked bored: "Forget it, you don't have to tell me, I'm too lazy to listen. After you die, I will arrange a beautiful funeral for you and bury you and Murong Zhihong together. You can go in peace."
Murong Mian said and turned to leave.
Mrs. Murong struggled to shake up, and she cried: "Randy, I don't just want to save him, I don't use you as a spare tire, I don't just think about him... I just want you two brothers, no matter what Who is it? As long as one can survive, even if only one survives, that's fine..." As Mrs. Murong spoke, she lost her voice and fell on the bed, too weak to make a sound.
When Ji Mianmian heard these words outside the door, her heart trembled. Her previous guess came true.