Chapter 131 He Actually Cried

Chapter 131 He Actually Cried

"later……"

Song Shiwei originally wanted to conceal the fact that she died in her previous life, but after thinking about it, she gave up. Since she had decided to confess, there was no need to hide it.

She said in a very relaxed tone: "The Shen family said they would seek justice for me, but then they turned around and strangled me to death with a white silk.

It was only before I died that I found out what Shen Linchuan had done.

When I woke up again, I found myself back on my wedding night with Shen Linchuan, and I planned to avoid his plan.

I thought he only put drugs in the wine, but I never thought that the incense was also problematic, and then I saw you in the bridal chamber."

When Xiao Jingheng heard her words, his head buzzed and his face turned pale.

She...died once, and was killed by the Shen family.

Why is this happening?

Why did he let this happen, why didn't he protect her?

Xiao Jingheng was in a state of great confusion. He could hardly believe that his beloved had lived again with such memories.

The knuckles of his fingers gripping the table turned white and veins bulged, as if he was in great shock and pain.

Song Shiwei noticed that he was different, and hurriedly held his arm and asked nervously, "Xiao Jingheng, what's wrong with you?"

Xiao Jingheng looked at her and suddenly hugged her tightly in his arms, burying his head in her neck.

Then Song Shiwei felt a heat on her neck.

She stood there in a daze, her heart pounding as she looked at Xiao Jingheng's trembling shoulders.

He actually cried?

He, a tall and strong man, actually cried in front of her.

Song Shiwei felt a pang of pain in her heart, and she was a little at a loss as to what to do to comfort him: "You... don't be like this.

I'm fine, maybe it was just a nightmare and not real."

She patted Jamel Xiao's shoulder gently, regretting telling him the truth.

This man loved her as if she were his own life, so how could he accept her tragic experience in her previous life?

Jamel Xiao had never lost his composure like this before.

After hearing about Song Shiwei's experience, he hated himself in his previous life, but he also understood why Qingqing was angry when his identity as A'mo was exposed.

She might be angry at Xiao Jingheng in her previous life, who was the one who pushed Qingqing into death.

"sorry."

Jamel Xiao held her waist tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood.

The trembling voice fell into Song Shiwei's ears, making her eyes red.

She reached out and punched him a few times in annoyance and said, "Why are you apologizing to me? It's not you who hurt me."

"Why not me?"

Xiao Jingheng said: "Maybe it was because I concealed Shen Linchuan's true identity from you that you were deceived and harmed by him."

Just like Qingqing asked him at the beginning, what would he do if she didn't wake up on the wedding night?

Should I keep this secret or tell her the truth?

There is no doubt that he chose to conceal the truth in his previous life, which led to Qingqing's negligence and eventually caused the tragedy, so it was his fault.

Song Shiwei frowned and looked at him and said, "These are just your guesses. Don't let your imagination run wild. For me, those are all things of the past."

She reached out and wiped away the tears on Jamel Xiao’s face and said, “You don’t know how happy I was when I saw you on the wedding night.”

Xiao Jingheng was also very glad that he appeared in the bridal chamber that day and saved her from danger.

He was even more thankful that God had opened his eyes and given his beloved a chance to start over, allowing her to take revenge.

He leaned over and pressed his forehead against hers, and said in a muffled voice, "But you didn't know I was Ah Mo at that time. Could it be that you also liked me in your previous life?"

Song Shiwei curled her lips: "It's because you are good-looking, much better looking than that bastard Shen Linzhou."

Xiao Jingheng frowned: "So, no matter who showed up that night, as long as they looked better than Shen Linzhou, you would be happy?"

Song Shiwei: "..."

It seems that this man is no longer sad and dares to compete with her.

She deliberately said: "Yes, as long as it doesn't benefit Shen Linzhou, anyone..."

Before she could finish her words, the domineering man in front of her blocked her mouth, not allowing her to continue speaking.

Looking at Xiao Jingheng who was getting jealous, Song Shiwei didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

But I have to say that it is very easy to control this man.

A cunning look flashed across her eyes, and she hugged Xiao Jingheng's neck and responded to his kiss deeply.

Perhaps only this way can Jamel Xiao's fragile heart be soothed.

……

Two days later.

Several officers escorted a group of prisoners sentenced to exile out of the capital.

Because the laws of Nanli stipulated that the exiles could not take a car and could only walk to the place of exile.

Therefore, it was a tough job for the escorting officers, especially in the unbearable heat. They could not help but vent their anger on the prisoners, beating and scolding them at every turn.

A while ago, many officials were involved in the imperial examination cheating case. Except for Zhao Yi who died suddenly, the rest were all sentenced to exile in Lingnan.

When it was dark, they arrived at the post station.

More than a dozen prisoners were locked up together, and they had only one steamed bun to fill their stomachs. Even drinking water was a luxury.

They were wearing prison shackles and chains, their faces were covered in dirt, their lips were cracked, and their eyes were dull.

They knew very well that since ancient times, few exiled people could reach the place of exile alive, and death was what awaited them in the end.

As the night deepened, the prisoners all fell asleep in a mess.

Suddenly the door was opened, and two officers came in and quietly took away one of the prisoners.

The prisoner's collar was opened, and the chains on his body were removed. Zhao Huaijin looked at the officer in front of him with suspicion and asked, "What are you doing?"

One of them said, "Stop talking nonsense. The carriage is ready for you outside the door. Let's go."

Zhao Huaijin couldn't help but be a little surprised. Did his father arrange a way out for him before he died?

Regardless, it's a good thing to be able to escape.

How could a noble and precious young man like him endure the bitter cold of Lingnan?

Zhao Huaijin thanked him, then staggered out of the post station and got on the carriage. Then the carriage swayed and disappeared on the official road.

There was water and dry food prepared for him in the carriage.

Zhao Huaijin hadn't had any water all day and was extremely thirsty. He picked up the water bag and started drinking.

After drinking, he leaned against the carriage and took a long breath. Gradually, he felt a little dizzy, and then his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Huaijin woke up from a chill.

When he opened his eyes, he realized something was wrong. His hands were tied.

There was a bonfire burning not far away, reflecting the surrounding scene.

The dilapidated Buddha statues covered with cobwebs, the faded murals, the broken walls and the disorganized environment.

It should be in a dilapidated abandoned temple.

He struggled to sit up and saw a man sitting by the campfire.

The blazing flames illuminated the man's stern profile, making him feel as if he had fallen into an icy cave.