Qin Peng hid behind the curtain, and his heart couldn't help but tense up when he heard these words.

She began to have some unrealistic guesses, for example, did Qin Shuhuai kill her because he couldn't stand her fickleness? And then he couldn't help but kill her?

However, she changed her mind and felt that this idea was too absurd. Bai Zhi had already found out the reason why Qin Shuhuai killed her. It was simply because of power.

He had already discussed it with the Jiang family, and killing her was premeditated, so she didn't need to find other excuses for him.

Qin Shuhuai packed his things and had someone push him out in a wheelchair. Qin Peng followed him carefully this time, keeping a distance. Qin Shuhuai changed his clothes, a pure white shirt, a lake blue outer robe, and half of his hair was tied up with a pure white headband. If it weren't for the sharper lines, Qin Peng almost felt as if he saw the sixteen-year-old Qin Shuhuai.

For so many years, he has always worn dark clothes and a hair crown, and every time he meets someone, he has an air of superiority.

However, today, Qin Shuhuai was carrying things, smiling, and restrained in his aura. He was carrying wine and a bunch of things for girls, as if he was just an ordinary young man.

He was picking things along the way, and after buying for a while, Qin Peng found that these were all her favorites.

At least, they are all things Zhao Peng would like.

Qin Peng vaguely realized what Qin Shuhuai was doing. She wanted to go back, but the reminder of the past made her unable to help but follow him.

After Qin Shuhuai bought some things, he went to the outskirts of the city. He came to a nearby village, took out his key, opened the door, asked the people to go away, and went into a small house.

The house was a very exquisite thatched cottage, with a wall covered with roses and yews. The yard was very spacious, with a grape trellis, a maple tree, a small pond, and a small pavilion. A cobblestone path led to the middle room, and various flowers and plants were planted beside the path. It looked like no one had taken care of it for a long time and it was overgrown with weeds.

Qin Peng jumped onto a tree far away and quietly observed Qin Shuhuai. However, when she saw the yard, she was stunned.

Suddenly, she recalled one night many years ago when she and Qin Shuhuai were lying on the bed. After they were done, Qin Shuhuai held her in his arms, stroked her hair and asked her, "Pengpeng, if one day we are free, what kind of home do you want?"

"Home?"

What did she say then?

She was drowsy, but she still remembered what she wanted.

People think she is greedy for power, but if she had a choice, she would actually have little desire for it.

"I want to have a small house in a place where no one knows me. I want to plant a maple tree so that I can watch its leaves fall in the fall. I want to have a small pond. The maple leaves floating in it must be very beautiful, and I can also raise fish. I also want a grape trellis so that I can lie under it, bask in the sun, and eat grapes. Oh, and plant roses and evening primroses outside the yard. When the flowers bloom, they will bloom one by one among the leaves. I like them very much."

"Oh, and I want a cat and a big kitchen."

"What do you need a big kitchen for?"

"Qin Shuhuai, your cooking is delicious," she rubbed his chest like a cat and said coquettishly, "I want you to cook for me for the rest of my life."

Qin Shuhuai just laughed softly, and when he laughed, his chest vibrated slightly, which was transmitted to her and her heart.

That was the first time she felt that marrying him was a good idea.

She had some doubts and hesitations before using her most powerful bargaining chip to exchange for the life of a proton. But when he held her and laughed quietly that day, she suddenly felt that it was nothing.

Qin Peng lowered his eyes, thinking about what Qin Shuhuai was like during those years. Qin Shuhuai was in the yard, pushing his wheelchair around the house, and bringing in the dishes he was carrying. Not long after, the aroma of food wafted from the room.

Qin Peng watched him sitting there doing all this quietly, and suddenly he had an urge to ask why.

If you are so affectionate, why do you regard power so important?

When he returned to Daqi, he was indeed in a difficult situation. He had a princess from an enemy country as his wife, and he was a poor prince who had the qualifications to inherit the throne. She could understand his difficulties and knew that he needed protection, but life is a journey that one has to make, and marrying into the Jiang family was not the only solution. Why did he have to kill her?

Qin Peng couldn't figure it out. If possible, she really wanted to ask him.

After a while, Qin Shuhuai prepared the meal. He came to the yard, opened the wine, poured himself a glass, and poured another glass for the empty glass next to him.

Then he took a sip of wine on an empty stomach and said with a smile: "Come, Pengpeng, eat some food."

After saying that, he picked up some food and put it in the bowl.

While eating, he chattered to himself about trivial things.

What he basically said was, OK, very good, I'm fine.

Qin Peng had never known that he could talk so much before, but this time he actually talked for such a long time. At the end, he sighed, and seemed to be a little drunk.

He propped his forehead with his hand, leaned on the table, and said with a wry smile: "I didn't like to talk much before, and you always talked more. But now I talk more too, because you don't talk anymore."

"It's okay if you don't talk..."

His voice became hoarse: "At least, answer it, right?"

There was no response. Qin Shuhuai looked at the empty bowl in front of him and felt a little dazed for a moment.

He suddenly realized with great panic that this person really no longer existed in this world. No matter how well he pretended, he was gone.

He began to panic and his whole body was shaking slightly. He couldn't help but raise his hand to refill the wine, and the wine glass spilled to the ground.

He reached out to pick it up tremblingly, but someone had already stopped in front of him and picked up the glass for him.

It’s Qin Peng.

She couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so she climbed down from the tree and picked up the cup for him.

Qin Shuhuai looked up at her, a little stunned. Qin Peng pursed his lips and said, "Go back."

Qin Shuhuai was drunk, and looking at her in a daze, Qin Peng stuffed the wine glass into his hand, turned around and left, but the man suddenly rushed over and hugged her.

“Qin…”

"Stop talking!"

Qin Shuhuai was trembling all over. He closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "I know you are not her, don't say anything!"

Just a moment.

Just a moment.

He was completely trapped in the final moments of Qin Peng's death. He couldn't get out of it, and he wanted to get out so badly.

But there is no way.

His heart and eyes were filled with the girl he loved most, who was holding his hand and finding it difficult to speak.

"Killed me."

"Qin Shuhuai...killed me!"

"If you love me, if you are so good to me, why do you want to deprive me of the right to life and death? Qin Shuhuai, I order you," she grabbed him and screamed hysterically: "Kill me! Kill me!"

He killed her himself.

She wanted to die, and he gave her the right to die.

But his right to live seemed to have been deprived in this way.

He asked her what he would do if she died.

She grabbed his hand and said with a smile: "I allow you to marry again, I allow you to love again, I allow you to forget me, anyway, Qin Shuhuai..."

Her smile seemed to be filled with poison: "I have never loved you."

Memories suddenly came flooding back, Qin Shuhuai pushed Qin Peng away and covered his head.

"Stop talking..."

He tried to stop the person in his mind from speaking, but the person really stopped talking.

Just these one sentence, which ended at the perfect time, was enough to hurt him deeply.

His eyes were filled with tears and his whole body was shaking. He put his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair and covered his face.

There was no sound of his crying, but Qin Peng already knew it. She asked cautiously, "Qin Shuhuai?"

"Why ..."

Qin Shuhuai said hoarsely: "Why... do you treat me like this..."

If you don't love me, why bother me?

But even if you don’t love anymore, it doesn’t matter, at least you can live well.

Zhao Peng.

That name seemed like a curse, embedded in his mind. He seemed possessed and could not leave her.

Qin Peng saw that Qin Shuhuai was not in a good state, so she approached him cautiously and softened her voice: "Qin Shuhuai," she said in a seductive tone: "Who treated you badly?"

Qin Shuhuai raised his head blankly.

He felt as if he had returned to many years ago, when he was always bullied by the princes of Northern Yan. Whenever he saw Zhao Peng, Zhao Peng would always ask him, "Qin Shuhuai, did someone bully you?"

He was young at that time, and deep down he liked this little girl, but he refused to admit it. He found a lot of reasons to dislike her, such as being too unrespectable, too active, and too naughty.

So he put on a stern face and said in a cold voice: "What's it to you?"

"Why don't you mind my business?" Zhao Peng said with a smile, "You are so good-looking, all the good-looking men in the world who don't have wives mind my business."

He couldn't help getting angry when he heard this. At that time, he didn't understand what he was angry about. He just said angrily: "Zhao Peng, be more reserved!"

Zhao Peng shrugged and said, "I am just not reserved, serious or decent. What can you do to me?"

He felt that she was back, and this time, he didn't want to lie.

He grabbed her, just looked at her, and spoke seriously.

"I miss you."

Qin Peng was slightly stunned, but he didn't expect that Qin Shuhuai would say just these words.

"Zhao Peng, even if you don't love me, I will accept it."