Chapter 68 You Should Not Hate Him

The Chiritas vandalized New York's skyscrapers and even destroyed roadside billboards.

Although the Avengers tried their best to keep the battlefield away from residential areas, many New York citizens were injured.

Rong Huan stood up and stepped on the carpet without making any sound.

She walked out of the room and saw a figure sitting on the sofa in the living room.

It's Wanda.

She huddled in a corner of the sofa, looking sideways at the moonlight pouring down from the terrace; her delicate features seemed to be glowing.

Rong Huan watched quietly for a moment, and finally spoke up.

"Wanda..."

Wanda woke up in shock, turned around and saw Rong Huan, and frowned when she noticed her bare feet.

"Why aren't you wearing shoes?"

Rong Huan approached with a smile and sat beside her.

"Nothing, I couldn't sleep so I came out for a walk."

Wanda said nothing, then lowered her head, her red hair falling down to cover her face.

After a long while, she finally spoke, her voice seemed to be far away and unrecognizable.

"Xiao Rong, I...I don't know what to do."

The living room was quiet for a long time, so long that Wanda thought the little girl had fallen asleep.

Rong Huan spoke in a gentle tone.

"Wanda, is the person you want to kill, is it really Tony Stark?"

"It is those who start wars who are at fault, not the makers and soldiers of the weapons."

"Shouldn't I? He can't change the fact that he killed my mom! If he hadn't made those weapons, my mom wouldn't have been killed by the bomb!"

Wanda's voice suddenly became louder, her eyes fixed on the tea table in front of her.

Rong Huan realized that Wanda had fallen into a vicious circle.

She turned her head and looked at the fish tank by the wall, where several brightly colored goldfish were swimming around.

Wanda brought it back when she went out shopping two days ago.

She never forgets to feed them every day and often sits in front of the fish tank for most of the day.

She walked over, stepped on a chair, and looked for a while.

Then he suddenly reached out, picked one of them out and held it in his hand.

Wanda heard the sound of water and looked up, and saw the little goldfish in Rong Huan's hand.

He quickly stood up and put the fish back into the water.

But Rong Huan nimbly avoided her hand and felt the goldfish's fierce struggle after being out of water.

She picked up the fruit knife next to the coffee table, which Clint had dropped when he was peeling fruit today.

Rong Huan placed the goldfish on the tea table and the sharp blade pierced through the goldfish's body.

She picked up the breathless goldfish and let the blood stain her entire palm.

Rong Huan looked straight at Wanda, her eyes revealing no trace of cruelty and indifference.

When Wanda saw Rong Huan like this, she stood there in a daze.

Blood dripped down Rong Huan's hand onto the tea table, creating beautiful blood flowers.

Rong Huan said indifferently,

"I remember this one was your favorite, and now I've killed it."

She spoke out word by word.

"I killed it."

Wanda understood, she squatted down trembling and hugged her head.

No, it's not like that, it's completely different! Rong Huan had never experienced watching her mother die in front of her eyes.

Rong Huan held Wanda's face with her clean hands, almost forcing her to see clearly.

"Wanda, look carefully, the nature is the same."

"You should make me pay for the things you love."

Tears welled up in Wanda's eyes. She collapsed, hugged her knees and closed herself off.

Rong Huan cleaned up the mess on the ground and gently hugged Wanda.

"I want you to see the world and enjoy your best years instead of holding on to hatred and resentment every day."

After saying that, she stopped looking at Wanda and walked straight towards the room.

Pietro was standing in the shadow of the corridor. Rong Huan stopped and looked over.

He didn't move, his eyes were deep, and he mouthed silently,

Thank you.

Rong Huan smiled and returned to her room quietly.

Pietro retracted his gaze and returned it to the group squatting in the living room.

He knew all along that Wanda sat in the living room in a daze many nights.

Because every sleepless night he stood here and silently looked at his sister.

Ever since her mother died, Wanda has relied on her hatred for Stark to keep herself alive.

Pietro was actually the more rational of the two, and he knew it in his heart.

Stark is a manufacturer and seller of weapons, but not the initiator of war.

Pietro is not afraid of any difficulties, but he loses his courage in this matter.

Pietro clenched and unclenched his fists, resisting the urge to rush over to comfort his sister.

Wanda will figure it out on her own, and he will always be with her.

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New York remains vibrant at all times, and the collision of prosperity and fashion here creates a unique flavor.

"Young lady, breakfast is ready."

Rong Huan turned over, stood up, struggled for a second, and then lay down again in an instant.

She spent most of last night giving psychological counseling to the little girl and has only slept for a few hours so far.

Hearing Jarvis calling her to get up was like going back to the time when she had to get up early every day to go to work and work hard just to get full attendance.

Her voice was weak, her eyes half closed.

"I'll sleep a little longer. Call me in five minutes."

If Alfred were here, he would definitely recognize that the voice was exactly the same as that of his old man Bruce who was in bed with him.

Unfortunately, it was Jarvis who called Rong Huan to wake up. As a caring smart housekeeper, he heard the little girl's half-dead voice and gave her a simple scan.

Then he reported to Natasha at the table.

"It is detected that the young lady's fatigue index is high. Do you want to perform a deep scan?"

Steve just came out of the shower. Hearing this, he turned around and said worriedly,

"Is he sick? I'll go check it out."

He gently pushed the door open and saw a small ball wrapped in the big bed.

He walked over and patted Rong Huan's head in a low voice.

"Xiaorong, get up and have breakfast. Skipping breakfast is bad for your health."

Rong Huan had eaten breakfast only a few times in her life, and she wanted to stop eating it.

Unexpectedly, Steve picked up the child with the quilt and took him to wash.

Rong Huan, who was forced to turn on the computer, half-closed his eyes, sat in a chair in a daze, and mechanically stuffed bread into his mouth.

Tony came over in his vest, with motor oil still on his clothes.

He stayed up all night again last night to improve the armor.

When I came out of the shower, everyone was already sitting at the dining table.

Tony Stark sat down next to Rong Huan, and at first glance they looked like father and daughter, looking both big and small in distress.

After breakfast, Rong Huan couldn't bear it anymore and ran to the sofa to take a nap.

I was sleeping soundly when I heard a commotion next to me, accompanied by a man's loud shouting.

"Hey, watch how I defeat you. I, the Great Prince of Asgard, am indeed the most powerful!"

Rong Huan sat up abruptly after hearing those words that sounded like chuunibyou, and saw Thor, who was concentrating on playing the game, with a bad expression on his face.

Looking more closely at his game results, he has lost five games in a row.

The main point is that he is a novice but loves to play.

Rong Huan rubbed her eyes and found that Wanda was talking to Natasha.

She wanted to run over, but suddenly she remembered what happened last night.

She took a step forward and then took it back. Just as she was struggling, Jarvis spoke.

"Sir, Mr. Charles and Mr. Hank are here."

Tony nodded.

"Let them in."

Soon the elevator door opened and Hank walked out, pushing Charles.

The pink shirt that Charles wore today made his beautiful face look even more elegant and handsome.

He greeted the Avengers gently, then smiled at Rong Huan.

"Hello, we meet again."