She vaguely remembered that there was indeed one time when her phone was monitored by Xiao Moqing. Lu Jingli called him, talked to her normally, and then took her to the airport to leave.
She had almost forgotten, but he still remembered it clearly.
Song Chujiu looked into the man's eyes and said, "You misunderstood. I never wanted to leave Xingruo. Didn't you hear this recording? I have already refused."
"Yes, I did hear the recording."
Before Song Chujiu could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard the man's voice as cold as the moon again.
"You are so smart, you naturally know how to deceive me."
He doesn't believe her.
This sudden but gradually clear fact reminded Song Chujiu that he had never believed her.
"Xiao Moqing, believe it or not, I never wanted to leave him."
Xiao Moqing looked at her, his eyes were rich and deep, like a night without a trace of light.
"I know that you have been doubting whether my illness has been cured."
Song Chujiu¡¯s eyebrows trembled slightly, and she slightly avoided the man¡¯s gaze.
Xiao Moqing added: "Are you particularly afraid that I won't be cured?"
"no."
"If not, why did you ask Wei Qianling and go to the hospital yourself?"
"I'm just worried about you."
Xiao Moqing showed a half-smiling expression, "Worried that I won't be cured and will cause you more stress? Or are you worried that I will still monitor you as tightly as before?"
Looking at the man's dark eyes, Song Chujiu knew that he wouldn't listen to anything she explained now.
He decided that this was the truth and no one could change it.
It¡¯s likehe actually never believed her.
Song Chujiu softened her expression. She walked up to Xiao Moqing and said in a gentle voice, "It's not what you think. I'm just worried about your health."
She gently held his hand, "Okay, don't think about it too much. Aren't we going to country L soon?"
Xiao Moqing lowered his eyes and saw the bruises on the woman's wrist.
It was pinched by his out-of-control strength.
He raised her wrist, rubbed it gently for her, and asked in a gentle tone: "Does it still hurt?"
The topic changed too quickly. He looked like he didn't believe her just now, but so quickly asked her if it hurt in a distressed tone, which made it difficult for Song Chujiu to react.
She shook her head.
Xiao Moqing's voice was light, "Chujiu, you once said that loving too deeply is also a burden. Do you always feel burdened when you are with me?"
Song Chujiu¡¯s expression was slightly shaken.
Xiao Moqing took her into his arms and stared into her eyes from close range.
"You asked me if I love you, but I have been avoiding the question, not because I don't love you anymore and can't answer, but because I don't want you to feel that this feeling is too heavy, and I don't want you to have too many feelings. A heavy burden.¡±
These eyes are too deep, as deep as a bottomless abyss, and they will swallow a person's soul if they are not careful.
Xiao Moqing added: "I also know that you have been doubting whether my illness has been cured. Since you want to know, I will tell you today."
Song Chujiu subconsciously held his breath and looked at him.
Xiao Moqing said with a faint voice, "My disease has been cured."
Song Chujiu was startled for a moment, "Is it true?"
"Don't believe it?" He said lightly: "Actually, I don't believe it either." (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com