Chapter 8 It's not your fault

In the darkness, some words floated wide, like stars flashing scattered in the night sky

...The tea is so strong that it is... The smell of medicine is suppressed... Most people can't taste it... The man's words seem familiar, from ethereal to clear. The two things are in conflict, and when they are mixed together, it is poisonous, it's fucking evil enough

It won't be A Wan. The second voice sounded close, and it sounded three points similar to the one in front, but this one was calm and stable.

Yuan Wanran quickly realized most of her sense of pain, and her forehead was clear

She lifted her eyelids and someone called her beside her: Awan

The figure sitting on the edge of the bed came into view. The man had a pair of dragons with long eyebrows, bright eyes, and sharp as a knife; his head was tied with net scarf, and his ink color was short and brown, and his sitting posture was casual and straight.

Han Yiyuan Wanran recognized him and was about to smile when she suddenly rushed into her mind: her romantic grievance with Zhao Ye, the two of them quarreled and committed suicide...

Her blood clots all over her body. Does Han Yi know the inside story of her injury?

Yuan Wanran raised her heart to her throat and glanced at Han Yi timidly. Before she could see his expression clearly, she heard him say:

I know it's not loud, but it's like a bolt from the blue in her ears.

Han Yi didn't say anything clearly, but she instinctively knew that the scandal of Zhao Ye was revealed.

Yuan Wanran dared not and could not face Han Yi again. She covered her face and did not turn around toward the bed. Her curled body was shaking.

It’s a good thing that a husband and a family made her lose her own fault. Why didn’t God let her die?

Awan Han Yi called out behind her, as peaceful as ever

This call pulled Yuan Wanran back to her mind. She thought that since she was still alive, she had to do something about the sect: Han Yi knew the truth must have been obtained from Zhao Ye, and Zhao Ye did not tell the truth. She had to use her own words to explain the whole story, at least she did not mean that she had let Han Yi down.

Yuan Wanran clenched her fists and plucked up the courage to turn over

She couldn't face Han Yi directly, so she had to stare at Han Yi's hand pressing on the bed.

Taking a deep breath, she spoke slowly, Zhao Ye and I... Because I just woke up, my throat was hoarse and uncontrollable, she coughed dryly and cleared her throat. At this time, Han moved

Yuan Wanran was very anxious. Did Han Yi refuse to listen to her explanation? She didn't think much about it and wanted to hold Han Yi back. She held her hand halfway through the air and was froze in the air for fear that Han Yi would hate her and would not let her touch her.

Han Yi didn't say anything, reached out to hold her, and held her firmly

It's not your fault, he said

Yuan Wanran never expected Han Yi to respond, and suddenly raised her head slightly from the pillow, staring at Han Yi and Han Yi with a gentle and calm look on her face. It was indeed not like she was resentful and blamed her.

After waking up, she didn't feel anything in her heart, and she didn't plan to cry, but she shed tears on her own

The panic, grievance, regret and other emotions could no longer be suppressed. She rushed forward and rushed forward. She tried her best to suppress the sobs, and held Han Yi's hand tightly, as if her life was hanging in that big hand.

...Don't cry, there is a rare trace of tension in Han Yi's voice. The other hand gently strokes her upper arm. You hit the wounded head. Too excited, it will be unfavorable to the condition. Relax and care. If there is anything, I will talk about it later

Yuan Wanran wiped tears, but from the corner of her eyes, she saw a figure behind Han Yi, with a very handsome appearance, lazy and seductive eyes, and she seemed to be affectionate when she didn't smile.

She grabbed Han Yi's hand like a god and shrank back

Aye will not harm you, but Han Yi said: Fortunately, he held you in time, otherwise he would not only be able to break his head

Yuan Wanran heard that, after thinking about it, she felt a force pulling her vest when she touched the wall.

I don't care

Zhao Ye still flirted even though he knew she was the wife of a brother-in-law. She could not forgive such a person.

Then he felt something was wrong: Since Han Yi said that she was not wrong, why didn’t he pursue Zhao Ye’s seduction of his sister-in-law and let him wander around at home? Just mentioned that Zhao Ye was the one who was a meritorious person.

Yuan Wanran had an idea and let go of Han Yi without realizing it

You really believe me? Is it true that my husband is just a quarrel, but he just can't bear to beat the dog in the water, so let's just treat her perfunctorily

I don't have to believe it, Han Yi held her hand tightly and looked back firmly. The truth is that, his voice is low, but every word is clanging

Yuan Wanran no longer doubted his sincerity, but in this way, she was even more confused about her husband's disposal, but she didn't let Zhao Ye do anything.

Han Yi considered the current situation and decided that instead of making her confused and random thoughts, it would be better to tear it apart earlier, and said:

Awan, did you prepare the tea in the hall on the day you were injured?

Yuan Wanran didn't understand why Han Yi had this question, but since he asked, he focused on answering

No, it's sister-in-law

Not long after, she remembered that the afternoon before the accident, she came to see me, brought me a tea, and said she was good for the woman.

My sister-in-law's original words mean that this is giving away children, which is beneficial to childbirth, but she is not good at mentioning such sexual intercourse to her husband and Zhao Ye, so she underestimated it.

However, she tasted the tea for giving birth, except that it was brewed very bitterly, and the taste was no different from the tea.

Han turned his head and exchanged eyes with Zhao Ye. Zhao Ye lowered his eyes, hooked his feet and sat down with his stool. He hugged his arms and chest as if he was thinking. Then the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

This smile is like a spring flower blooming, but it reminds people of the wild wolf bare teeth for no reason

Han Yi turned around and asked her, have you drunk?

After drinking, my sister-in-law sent her good intentions, and she brewed her own tea. You want the child again... Yuan Wanran consciously talked about the efficacy of the medicinal tea and stopped talking in embarrassment, but because of this pause, she had plenty of money and woke up. On the day of her suicide, Zhao Ye once questioned her about the tea; just now, she was half asleep and half awake, and Han Yi and two brothers also turned around the tea

She can't talk about being smarter, at least she is not stupid, doubts quietly spread to her heart, like snowballs getting bigger and bigger, and the coldness she carried swept across her heart

After struggling for a while, Yuan Wanran chose to die and was a wise ghost. She asked with a tough bullet: Is that tea weird?

Before he finished speaking, he felt that Han Yi held his strength a little heavier, as if he was comforting, and he heard him say in his ears:

Awan, your parents’ family told you, did you marry us brothers in this marriage?