Ghost King’s Sacrificial Little Bride (62)
The system was deeply melancholic for a moment, before saying: “No, you acted especially well.”
Bai Weiwei: “Then why doesn’t he speak.”
System: “Probably astonished by your extraordinary interpretation, so he was immersed in shock for a moment.”
Bai Weiwei: “So it’s like that.”
System:…… Tipped trough you believed that, how thick is your face?
Once again, the thickness of the host’s face broke the record of the boundary line——
Ji Yongchuan glanced down at her.
Various uncertainties tumbled in the depths of his heart.
A paranoid, cold insanity was still running through his body.
The chilling moonlight shown on the floor.
Bai Weiwei was holding a dress, most of her shoulders and beautiful legs were exposed.
Like a delicate doll.
With heavy despair in her eyes, she tiredly leaned against the door. He couldn’t even bear to look at her.
Ji Yongchuan’s hand slowly touched her face.
She was visibly startled and flinched.
The bitterness in Ji Yongchuan’s heart deepened further. He suddenly removed his hand, his face changed, his fingernails became longer, and sharp as a knife.
The nails were pressed against her chest, and his black eyes were clouded with death qi.
“Weiwei, what if I say I never loved you, that I just wanted to deceive your feelings so you would be willing to sacrifice for me?”
Bai Weiwei raised her head up in a daze and repeated: “Sacrifice?”
He was peerlessly indifferent, “Yes, I just wanted to use you. In three days, it’ll be the day of sacrifice, and you’ll become a stepping stone for me to become a ghost king.”
The last glimmer of light in Bai Weiwei’s eyes was gone, “You never loved me?”
Ji Yongchuan felt as if he’d been torn in half.
Half risked its life to say, love, how could I not love, I love you into the depths of my bones.
Even so, his calm, cool half, still fiercely hurt her.
“What are you? A sacrifice, is that worthy of me?”
His nails slowly split open the clothes covering her body, and went to her last line of defense.
Her snowy white body was soft as a lamb.
His movements imperceptibly paused for a moment.
“So when you wanted to kill me, it was as I thought, our relationship was just one between offering and recipient.”
Sentence by sentence.
Completely stripped Bai Weiwei of her strength, she stared at him foolishly.
Ji Yongchuan would like to shallowly pierce his fingernails into her chest, to let her know what it was to hopelessly despair.
But in the end, he was too reluctant to leave a scar on her body.
Ji Yongchuan had a shaded smile, and his face was laden with an uncanny chill.
“So, do you still love me?”
Bai Weiwei’s complexion was incomparably pale, she struggled to open her mouth, “Really? You’ve been lying to me since the first time we met?”
Ji Yongchuan’s fingernails trembled, he gritted his teeth and said: “Yes, from beginning to end, I was tricking you.”
Bai Weiwei’s eyes were red, her tears gathered. She smiled uncomfortably, her smile was very unsightly.
“But, you are lying to me?”
Then she forced up the corners of her mouth, and with a voice choked with sobs, “Hmm, I also lied to you, I didn’t like you the first time we met, just wanted to deceive you. We’re even.”
Even she wouldn’t believe what she said.
Ji Yongchuan’s eyes blurred, he only later realized that his eyes were teary.
He remembered her bright smile as she sweetly relied on him.
Her serious appearance as she wrote on the Sansheng stone.
It was very nice.
How did they get to this point?
As he withdrew his nails Ji Yongchuan was somewhat lost. She didn’t lie to him.
Yet they could never return to the past.
She broke his heart.
And he also tortured her, her eyes had lost all their love for him.