But when he was dying, he found out that Bo Jinxiu was his and Bai Qinghuan's child.
With great regret and reluctance, she committed suicide.
It can be said that the obstacles and hatred between them were all caused by her deceased love, Bai Qinghuan.
But now, this person was standing right in front of them.
And they know it clearly in their hearts.
Maybe this is a trap, a huge, cruel and heartbreaking trap.
Bo Jinxiu's face was filled with disbelief and an expression of disbelief.
How clever he is.
How could he not know it now?
The love between Bo Wanhua and Bai Qinghuan was a long-planned and shocking scam.
It is also a step-by-step, flawless and shocking conspiracy.
What is the love that is so moving that it can last through life and death?
What a selfless love that will never give up even at death.
It's all fake, it's all a scam, a love scam that lasted for more than ten days and was carefully planned.
The long-planned approach, the tailor-made love trap, and the cruel love tragedy were enough to drive a young girl mad and ruin her life.
At that moment, Bo Jinxiu was extremely shocked.
But after the shock, there was an indescribable grief and deep sense of worthlessness.
The person who had driven Bo Wanhua crazy all her life was the executioner who designed her life tragedy.
But she missed him until her death.
Bo Wanhua once hated him for half her life because she thought he was a bastard and his biological father was a villain who hurt her.
It turns out that Bo Wanhua was not wrong to hate.
Bo Jinxiu felt it was extremely ironic.
But at one moment, he suddenly felt relieved.
The resentment that he had been unable to let go of was suddenly let go.
Because Bo Wanhua's hatred was justified and legitimate, his birth was indeed a curse in her life.
All the resentment, hatred, and unforgivable hurt in Bo Jinxiu's heart were suddenly relieved.
I just feel sad, sad for Bo Wanhua and for my own life.
Jiang Ciyou looked at Bo Jinxiu's expression.
She knew that a violent storm was sweeping through Bo Jinxiu's heart at that moment.
She could almost feel the shock that was overturned in his heart.
His mother persecuted him all his life, and his father was the executioner who turned his mother into a madman.
How strong must one be mentally to not despise oneself?
Jiang Ciyou walked to Bo Jinxiu's side and held Bo Jinxiu's hand tightly.
Bo Jinxiu glanced at Jiang Ciyou.
The red waves in his eyes finally subsided.
Bo Jinxiu finally spoke: "I can't possibly admit that I was born of a demon, so Mr. Shangguan and I will never have any connection in this life."
Bo Jinxiu finally regained his sanity.
He knew that the truth was always crueler than he could imagine.
But at this moment, he was actually somewhat relieved.
Fortunately, Bo Wanhua did not know the truth when she died.
Otherwise her life would be too miserable.
Shangguan Qinghuan smiled, his voice calm: "No matter what, you are also the blood of the Shangguan family."
"Ridiculous! You say I am, right? Even if I were, I would never admit it. What's the point of so-called bloodline in this world? After a hundred years, everyone is just a handful of dust. I won't be like you, blinded by hatred for half my life. Don't worry, I won't hate you, nor will I recognize you, and I won't care whether you live or die. We will always be strangers. Mr. Shangguan, don't waste your time on you and me today. If you want to find the answer to your cause, then start now."
Bo Jinxiu was neither humble nor arrogant, and had completely regained his composure.
There seemed to be a flicker of emotion in Shangguan Qinghuan's eyes.
And all of this was seen by Li Yunting.
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