Chapter 763
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What the servant meant was, "Don't hurt these flowers. Otherwise, they will lose their lives."
Tang Bao didn't notice the servant's unspoken words.
She was frightened by Di Haotian's cruel rule.
Chopping off a finger for every withered flower?
What the hell was this?
Wasn't it too cruel?
So, when she approached, the servant hurried over, afraid that she would do something to the flowers. Was that right?
If it were her, she would also guard these flowers at all times.
Was this the difference between having lost her memory and regaining it?
Was she relieved that all the pain she had suffered was worth it, or was it because Di Haotian was too boring?
Tang Bao walked forward for a while and saw the swing.
She went forward, grabbed the chain, and shook it gently.
Some things could be ignored, but some things were deeply ingrained.
She did not sit on it but stood there in a daze.
So much so that she was slow to react when someone hugged her from behind.
"Why don't you sit on it?"
"I don't want to." Tang Bao looked up at the tree above.
The branches were lush, and the green leaves were crisp. They blocked the sun, and only a little light was refracted. It was a kind of decorative beauty.
Di Haotian lifted her up and sat on the swing with her.
Tang Bao sat face to face with him in his arms.
She was a little nervous. "Hey, let me down. It's too much for the two of us."
"It's not like we haven't sat on it before. It's not like it hasn't been broken before."
"The past is the past, and the present is the present."
"It's always the same." Di Haotian looked at her deeply with his dark eyes.
Tang Bao met those dark eyes in a daze. Her consciousness was touched and trembled.
What … did he mean by that?
"The past is the same as the present," Di Haotian said again, his dark eyes fixed on her.
Tang Bao felt his heart beating abnormally, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.
She did not want to think about it on a deeper level.
Or was she too timid and did not dare to …
The swing swayed gently. Tang Bao raised his face slightly and looked at the dense leaves.
Then, she said to Di Haotian, "I want to go back to the Tang family."
"Okay," Di Haotian replied. His thin lips moved over slightly and kissed Tang Bao's lips.
Tang Bao did not move. Perhaps she knew that it would be useless even if she moved because Di Haotian would not let her go.
She must have gotten used to Di Haotian's habit of kissing her at every turn.
It was as if he would only be satisfied if he left something on her lips.
Tang Bao got into Di Haotian's car and went to the Tang family's house.
She was familiar with every road to the Tang family.
This was the first time he had such a complicated feeling of homesickness.
She did not know how to face the Tang Qishan.
If Tang Qishan were still alive, he would definitely give her a good scolding.
Tang Bao thought of how Tang Qishan used to scold her and had the urge to laugh.
There was also an indescribable bitterness in her laughter.
Tang Bao got out of the car and looked at the scenery inside and outside the villa.
Nothing had changed.
It was as if there was not even a blade of grass growing or missing.
When she walked into the main hall and saw the black and white photo of Tang Qishan, her eyes could not help but heat up and tears welled up in her eyes.
Dad, I'm back to see you. I'm sorry, I'm unfilial …
She stared at the photo of Tang Qishan and her heart was filled with longing.
Tears still fell uncontrollably.
She saw that the incense in the incense burner was almost burnt. This was probably the incense that the maid had lit for her.
She was very grateful to her.
Di Haotian took the incense again, lit it for her, and handed it to her.
Tang Bao took it and inserted it into the incense burner.
"Dad, I'm sorry. I'll burn incense for you often in the future. I'm already back. Don't be angry, okay?" Tang Bao had a smile on her face, but her tears were falling.
Di Haotian hugged her and hugged her. "I won't leave again in the future. I won't let you leave either."
Tang Bao rested her head on his chest. Her eyes were closed as tears fell.
In order to leave Di Haotian, she had paid too much and too heavy a price.
Every price made her heart ache.
Did she still have the strength and ability to leave?
How could she not know what Di Haotian's appearance meant? She knew very well what it meant.
It meant that she would never be able to be independent.
Tang Bao walked into the kitchen and the maid was preparing dinner.
The maid quickly stopped what she was doing and looked at her in a daze.
"Thank you."
"What?"
"When I wasn't around, you lit incense for me … Mr. Tang. I'm very grateful to you," Tang Bao said with a smile.
Although the maid didn't know why this man appeared here, he was brought here by the Young Master, so she had no right to ask.
"I lit incense for Mr. Tang this month. The rest of the time, it was the Young Master who came to offer incense," the maid told the truth.
"The Young Master did it?"
"Yes. For the past three years, it was the Young Master who came to offer incense. Last month, when the Young Master was about to leave D City, he instructed me to come and offer incense for the last time. "
Why were there so many things that surprised Tang Bao?
And it was Di Haotian who did it for her.
She didn't want to accept it, but Di Haotian did it for her. She couldn't not be touched.
If it wasn't for Di Haotian, the ashes in Tang Qishan's incense burner would have turned cold.
When she walked out of the kitchen, Tang Bao saw a tall figure standing at the door.
She couldn't help but walk over.
She hesitated for a moment and said, "Thank you, Di Haotian."
Di Haotian turned around and looked at her with his deep black eyes. "What are you thanking me for?"
"Thanking you for offering incense for my dad."
"You really want to thank me?"
"…" Why did she feel that something bad was going to happen when Di Haotian said that?
She just wanted to thank him in a normal way.
Could he not be so shrewd?
Di Haotian looked at the defensive look on Tang Bao's face and said jokingly, "I won't accept it even if you say so."
"So, you only accept other forms of gratitude? I'm sorry, our room can't withstand your torment, "Tang Bao said unhappily.
"I changed the bed."
"… Changed it? My bed was newly bought. I haven't slept on it many times! "
"I looked at it. It's not sturdy enough. I don't want to have to change it again after a few days. "
A new bed for a few days? How could he have the nerve to say that! "Is there nothing else in your mind besides this way of thanking me?"
"Yes."
Tang Bao was surprised. There really was something? She thought that he would say no.
After all, she knew how passionate Di Haotian was in that aspect.
"Don't leave me. Forever. "
Tang Bao's long eyelashes fluttered violently. She looked at him with her clear eyes. Di Haotian's dark eyes were filled with deep emotions and love. It was a kind of destructive emotion that poured out all of his emotions.
Was this … another way of thanking her that he wanted?
Why was it more shocking than "other ways of thanking me" and made her unable to come back to her senses?
"It's such a simple way of thanking me."
Tang Bao was speechless and muttered, "Simple my ass."
"I heard you."
"I did it on purpose."
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