"No..." Tang Yu tried to explain.
However, Lin Chong interrupted Tang Yu with an unquestionable look. He looked at Tang Yu firmly and said:
"Brother, I know you are doing this for our own good, you don't have to say it."
An Qingyu silently clenched the hand that had been put back at her side. When she heard the self-righteous tone in Lin Chong's words, she couldn't help but want Lin Chong to shut up.
No, they know nothing!
Only then did he understand what ambitions Tang Yu had in his heart, and only he understood what Tang Yu wanted to do.
But the truth and reason also quietly penetrated into his heart, both of them saying that he didn't understand Tang Yu at all.
Otherwise, how could this disciple who only knew Tang Yu's identity say those words?
This only means that they already knew it.
They already knew what kind of person Tang Yu was, but they themselves knew nothing...
If he didn't go to Cuiying Hall, if he didn't go to find Master Tang Yu, when would he know all this?
A sense of sadness lingered around An Qingyu, and his ravaged thin lips had even turned crimson from the unconscious biting.
But these little actions could not dispel the sadness in his heart.
Perhaps only when I saw the hand holding Tang Yu's wrist did I feel a little comforted.
He glanced at Tang Yu's pensive face. At this time, Tang Yu was no longer denying the man's words, but seemed to be thinking about something.
Does Tang Yu also feel that he doesn’t understand him at all?
That's why he showed such an expression when he heard the words of this disciple.
An Qingyu felt a little distressed, but the jealousy in his heart made him want to take Tang Yu away quickly.
Finally, complicated thoughts intertwined in her heart, and An Qingyu gently comforted Tang Yu:
"There will still be people who understand your kindness."
After all, your disguises cannot be hidden from those who are interested.
What he didn't expect was that Tang Yu suddenly raised his head, as if he had been greatly shocked. He asked himself tremblingly:
"Good intentions?"
"Yes." An Qingyu nodded without any hesitation.
But after hearing this, Tang Yu did not feel happy at all. Instead, he sighed heavily.
An Qingyu couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong?"
Does Tang Yu also feel that this understanding comes too late?
A sharp pain pierced his heart, like an invisible needle.
An Qingyu held Tang Yu's face in her hands, and her tone was so gentle that people couldn't help but think that it was an illusion.
"Tang Yu, I'm sorry."
"So you had no choice."
"You don't really like spiritual weapons and heavenly treasures. You just want to accumulate more so that you can help those in need."
"You're not being arrogant or conceited, you just don't want others to know your hard work."
"You didn't deliberately steal that opportunity. Water and fire don't coexist. My spiritual roots are water. If I rashly swallow the earth's core fire, it will definitely lead to a lack of spiritual power."
"I understand all this."
Until the end, An Qingyu pursed his lips and said what he wanted to say most in his heart:
"You, you don't care about me at all. You just left on the day of the contract because you needed to kill your wife to prove your ruthlessness.
"It's true that you're devoted to cultivation, but you don't want to hurt me, right?"
This sentence is more of an affirmative statement from An Qingyu than a guess from him.
Because he didn't expect Tang Yu's answer at all.
He knew that Tang Yu must be concerned about him.
Tang Yu's face was gloomy. Although the progress bar was rising, he couldn't feel happy in his heart.
Doesn't this explain it from another perspective—
Is there something wrong with the way he creates his character?
Tang Yu had to admit that he was hit hard, although he also gained something else.
Tang Yu moved his lips weakly and asked with difficulty: "How did you know?"
"Some of it I learned from the Cuiying Hall, some of it I learned from your master, and some of it—"
"I realized this after I let go of those prejudices that didn't belong to you."
"It turns out I should have known this earlier." An Qingyu's eyes were wet, and the calm lake had already become turbulent.
And the myriad emotions contained beneath the surface of the lake seemed to be about to burst out in an instant.
When Tang Yu saw An Qingyu's eyes that never shed tears easily, he immediately put aside the obsessions in his heart.
Now the more important thing is -
Should I coax An Qingyu?
"Okay, it's all over." Tang Yu tried to gloss over it.
For no other reason than that I feel a little unworthy of it.
"So, do you forgive me?"
Have you forgiven him for his irrational resentment?
There was a peaceful expression on that ordinary face, but An Qingyu could still see Tang Yu's handsome appearance under the disguise.
There was a helpless smile in his eyes, as if he had just made a small mistake.
Then Tang Yu gently dismantled his anxiety, dismantled his paranoia bit by bit, and finally took his hand and whispered:
"Zhao Ming, I have never hated you, so why would I ask whether I should forgive you or not?"
After many years, An Qingyu finally heard Tang Yu call her by her courtesy name again.
This was a tacit understanding between them, and it also reflected his love for Tang Yu.
With a sound of "Zhao Ming", those scenes of past love resurfaced, and An Qingyu finally could no longer restrain herself.
At this moment, he is no longer the eldest brother of the sect, nor is he the genius admired by everyone. He is just An Qingyu, just An Zhaoming.
Drop after drop of tears fell on the back of Tang Yu's hand. Tang Yu seemed to have sensed something and looked over.
An Qingyu's eyes, which were as blue as the bottom of the sea, shattered into pieces in front of him.
Silent crying is the most heartbreaking.
Tang Yu did not stop it. He shouldn't have stopped this emotional outburst.
He had heard from An Qingyu's fellow apprentices the criticism of his "abandonment" long ago, and sometimes they would also mention An Qingyu on that day.
At that moment, An Qingyu did not shed a tear, but walked away step by step with pride under the sympathetic gaze of everyone.
But now his words made An Qingyu lose control.
Tang Yu sighed secretly, and a dense feeling of heartache crept into his heart.
He thought that at this moment he should honestly admit:
He felt sorry for An Qingyu.
"Okay, if you cry again I'll kiss you."
In the past, An Qingyu was most against doing these things in public, and using these things to scare people always worked.
But Tang Yu didn't expect——
An Qingyu really stopped crying after hearing this.
but!
What's with closing my eyes and waiting for his kiss?
Tang Yu was a little disheveled in the wind.
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