"Lihua, I know you want me to die, but you can't do it every time. If my death makes you feel better, then I will die."
The man's tone was decisive and there was no room for change, which made Ling Lihua's eardrums hurt.
She was startled and wanted to withdraw her sword, but it was too late.
The sharp blade easily cut through Lu Hetian's skin, and bright red blood rushed out.
But as if he couldn't feel the pain, the hand holding the sword blade plunged into his flesh again without hesitation.
Ling Lihua's pupils shrank, and she suddenly raised her palm to slap his chest.
"That's enough. If you want to die, die somewhere else. Don't dirty the ground here."
Ling Lihua said harshly, snatched the sword from his hand and threw it to the ground.
Lu Hetian was stunned. No matter how painful the wound was, it was not as painful as the pain in his heart.
Lihua despised him so much.
But this is all his own fault.
He pursed his dry lips, ignoring the gurgling blood from his neck, and stared at her deeply, "Lihua, I know you hate me. In fact, without you by my side for so many years, I would be worse off than dead. Now Weiwei is married. I have nothing to worry about anymore, why don't you just give me a good time." After saying that, he leaned over to pick up the sword she threw on the ground, and put it back into her hand, "Give me another sword, I hope you can You can calm down just like that.”
Ling Lihua inadvertently glanced at his bloody wound, and her heart tightened. At this moment, a sharp sword was suddenly thrust into her hand. Thinking of what he said, her heart suddenly shrank, and she suddenly threw the sword to the ground again, angrily. He said in a voice: "Lu Hetian, you don't have to resort to bitter tricks anymore. No matter how many times you die, I will never forgive you. Betrayal is betrayal, and the stain on your body cannot be washed away no matter what."
When you married me, you should have known what kind of temper I was. You knew that I couldn't help but touch Zheng Yanran. When you two were together behind my back, did you ever think about my feelings? You are simply digging out my heart and trampling my dignity to the ground. Can I forgive you? In all my lifetimes, I will never be able to forgive you. Even if I look at you one more time, I feel dirty. I hate myself for being blind and entrusting my whole life to the hands of a scum like you. "
Lu Hetianjun's face turned pale and lost all color, and the regret and pain in his heart seemed to drown him.
Ling Lihua stabbed his heart with every word. Although there was no blood, it was more painful than thousands of arrows piercing his heart.
He wanted to explain something, but the facts were there and he couldn't explain it.
Ling Lihua saw his pale face and still felt resentment in her heart, but she didn't bother to look at him one more time, "You go, for the sake of Weiwei and Achen, I won't take your life, but don't Let me see you again, otherwise I can’t guarantee what I will do next time.”
Lu Hetian's figure swayed, looking at the woman with her back turned to him, feeling like his heart was being corroded to his bones.
He loved her before, and he still loves her now. No matter how much she resents him, the love for her in his heart only grows.
In addition, her resurrection from the dead and her appearance in front of him gave him a glimmer of hope in his haggard heart.
No matter what, he didn't want to let her go again.
Seeing his defeated face, Ling Lihua felt a little clogged in her heart and blurted out: "Actually, it's not impossible for you to want me to eliminate my hatred for you."
Lu Hetian's eyes lit up and he took a step forward excitedly, "You say it, as long as you say it, I will agree to any condition you have."
(End of chapter)