I'm just a waste, what can I bring you?
Yan Haotian raises his head and closes his eyes, preventing the sourness from overflowing.
When he opened his eyes again, his face had already regained its frosty decisiveness.
His hand steadily lifts to his chest, gesturing what he wants to say.
"Feng Haitang, do you really want me to say it so clearly? I don't like you anymore. When your Feng family hit me when I was down, when I was at my lowest, when I broke off the engagement with you, I already didn't love you. When I see you, I will think of my miserable and destitute past, I hope you will never appear in front of me again. Do you … understand? "
Feng Haitang suddenly freezes in place, her face turning pale inch by inch.
Her voice becomes weak and trembling, "Haotian, you … you're lying to me with these words, aren't you? You just want me to give up, right? "
"Say whatever you want." Yan Haotian is still expressionless, gesturing against his will, "But it's impossible for me to be with you, I hope you won't pester me again. Otherwise, it would be very difficult for me to do things in front of Miss. "
After saying that, he turns around and leaves without looking at Feng Haitang.
She can no longer hold back her tears, and they fall from Feng Haitang's eyes.
Sad weeping overflows from between her lips and teeth.
That's why she didn't notice that the man walking in front of her turns around and looks at her.
What kind of pain, desire, guilt, affection, but also … a heart-wrenching despair.
= = =
After Feng Haitang leaves, Xiao Bao sits in a daze under the candlelight for a while.
Then he clenches his small fists, climbs down from the chair, and jumps onto the bed.
The Internal Force in his body revolves, he wants to start cultivating.
For the whole night, he doesn't sleep, he has to desperately become stronger, so that he can snatch his mother back.
"But with this level of cultivation, you will never be able to surpass me."
A deep male voice rings in the room, making Xiao Bao jerk his head up.
Then, he saw that annoying man!
That lecher who snatched niangqin away!
"Give me back my mother!!"
The small body shoots out like a cannonball, powerful Internal Force forming a whirlpool, its momentum majestic.
However, the next moment –
With a puff, all the Internal Force is like a punctured balloon, disappearing without a trace.
Di Ming Jue is holding Xiao Bao in his hand.
She grabbed him by the collar as if she was grabbing a monkey.
Di Ming Jue looks at him expressionlessly, "As I said, wanting to surpass Ben Jun at this level is nothing but an idiot's ravings."
"Let me go!" Xiao Bao struggled with all his might, but he couldn't break free from the man's grasp. "Bastard, give me back my mother!"
Di Ming Jue sneers, there's a trace of contempt in his eyes, "You say that you want to become strong to protect your mother, but in fact, you'll only rely on her, stick to her, distract her for you, and forever be unable to break through the shackles and move forward?"
Xiao Bao was taken aback, and his small body stopped struggling.
A trace of confusion and grievance appeared in her big blue eyes. "I didn't!"
He didn't let his mother be distracted by him, he didn't let his mother be unable to move forward because of him.
However, was there really no such thing?
All these years, his mother had spent far more time on him than she had on herself.
His mother's cultivation had clearly stagnated at the middle Precelestial stage, unable to advance even an inch.
However, she doesn't care at all. Instead, she practices the zither every day, refines draughts, and thinks of ways to make him break through steadily.
He didn't share his mother's worries, he didn't protect her.
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