"What a joke! Hahahaha! " Misha laughed so hard that he bent over. Tears dripped from the corners of his eyes onto his stump. He laughed so hard that he could not catch his breath. He choked twice before he stopped laughing.
"In my previous life, I hated it when people lied to me. Even in this life, I still hate it. " Misha raised his head. He was still smiling, but the upper half of his face was stiff and emotionless, as if it had been taken out of an icehouse.
"Before I came to find you, I did a test on Penglai Island. Two female disciples passed, but they were very honest. They openly admitted that they were not Lian. So, I did not make things difficult for them …
"Do you know how much I wanted to see you when I heard from Jia Lan that you were the first contestant to reach the seventh level of the pagoda? It took more than a month to get here from Penglai Island by water. As soon as I got ashore, I rushed to meet up with Jia Lan. Then, I rushed to Beizhou. I wanted to know if you were the person I was looking for.
"Actually, I knew you were not her the moment I saw you. But I still brought you back. Do you know why?"
"I …" Murong Qinglian felt a lump in her throat. It was difficult to breathe. She could not swallow it, but she could not spit it out.
She did not expect Misha to know that she was a fake from the beginning. But why did he not expose her? Why did he watch her act like a clown? Why?!
Murong Qinglian's question was quickly answered by Misha.
"Yi Lian was only five years old when Godfather brought her back. She was dirty and looked like an old ragdoll. You, on the other hand, looked like the first time I saw Yi Lian. So, out of compassion, I brought you back. You have to thank Yi Lian for this. She saved you! "
Misha did not look at Murong Qinglian. Instead, he stared at the gun in his hand.
Perhaps because he had been in a wheelchair for a long time and could not move, Misha was very thin. Even his fingers were slender. He gently stroked the gun in his hand. He was so focused and serious, as if the gun was his only treasure. Misha's voice was no longer as gentle as before. Instead, it carried a hint of coldness, causing Murong Qinglian to tremble in fear. She did not know what she would be facing next.
This young man's gentleness from before was all an act. He had woven a huge net, and as he watched her struggle and jump in the net, he clapped his hands and cheered. He did not expose her, nor did he expose her. Now that he suddenly acted like this, did it mean that he had run out of patience? Would he kill her?
Murong Qinglian grabbed the collar of her clothes, her face pale.
For some reason, she felt that the current Misha was terrifying! To be exact, Misha was a terrifying person. Previously, he was like warm milk that warmed her heart, but now he let her know that everything was fake. How could a person disguise themselves so flawlessly? Could it be that the gentleness and warmth in his eyes could also be faked?
Misha did not want to know about Murong Qinglian's emotions, nor was he interested in caring. He only cared about the people he cared about. As for Murong Qinglian, she was just a puppet when he was excited. He watched her constantly change her expressions to adjust his life.
"I lived with Yi Lian for ten years. When I was twenty, she was fifteen. At that time, we had already moved to different fields and lived different lives. It was just that every year, we would go to foster father's house to celebrate the Spring Festival. I watched Yi Lian grow from a little girl with a runny nose and tears into a slender, elegant, and eye-catching young lady. My heart also began to settle for her! "
Misha recalled the good times of the past bit by bit. Murong Qinglian saw something called 'happiness' on his face. She now realized how stupid she was. She actually wanted to use the identity of 'Yi Lian' to live on. Little did she know that in Misha's eyes, she was just a clown.
After exposing her, although the young man's voice had become cold, Murong Qinglian could still hear the deep love in his voice every time Misha called out 'Elaine'.
At this moment, Murong Qinglian was envious of this woman called 'Yi Lian'. Although she did not understand many of the contents of Misha's words, she could feel the deep love Misha had for Yi Lian.
Murong Qinglian laughed bitterly when she thought of her own misfortune. Previously, she had been framed by Murong Xinlian and then raped by Wanyan Hong. After that, Wanyan Lie had indiscriminately sent her, the victim, into prison, causing her to suffer physical pain every day … What she had experienced was unimaginable to a normal person.
Misha searched everywhere for Yi Lian. No matter what method he used, even if he might kill her, his sincere concern for Yi Lian still touched Murong Qinglian.
Misha cared so much about that woman called Yi Lian, but what about her! When she was in pain, where was the person she liked?
She liked Ryuze Jingtian so much, but he did not care about her at all and did not care about her at all. Longze Jingtian must have returned to Xiqi by now! She was always thinking about him, but what about him? Who was the person he was thinking about in his heart?
Murong Qinglian recalled her encounter in Beizhou and did not notice that the gun in Misha's hand was already pointed at her head. Murong Qinglian only woke up when the coldness on her temples penetrated her skin. At this moment, Misha's face was already in front of her, so close that she could clearly count the eyelashes on his beautiful eyes.
"You pretended to be the woman I love to deceive my feelings. Tell me, how should I punish you? Hmm — — "
Misha's drawn-out tone made Murong Qinglian's heart skip a beat and freeze on the spot. After being played by this man for so long, Murong Qinglian could not tell whether he was good or evil. She did not know which was the real him.
She would die either way. Although Murong Qinglian was unwilling to die in Misha's hands, she had to accept it. At least for the past few days, Misha had given her a beautiful dream. He had given her hope to live on and also gave her something to think about. Dying here, always clean, was better than dying in a stinking prison.
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