Quan Rui smiled and hugged Bai Ran, and the corners of his eyes were also wet with tears.
Bai Ran didn’t know how long she had cried, nor did she remember how she calmed down in Quan Rui’s arms.
She only remembered that when she stopped crying, Quan Rui came over and kissed her lips, and then used her favorite voice to tell her the answer.
“Bai Ran, no matter what you did, I have never resented you, never once. So what about you, do you still hate me?
I did approach you with purpose in my marriage.
I did open the ancestral tomb of the Jiang family.
If I had believed you more and told you everything, what happened later would not have happened.
I’m sorry for you.”
Bai Ran looked at Quan Rui in front of him seriously.
The green fingertips streaked across Quan Rui’s face.
She looked at him and looked hard, as if she wanted to make up for everything she had missed in the past three years.
“I hated you three years ago, but today three years later, I realized that I had never hated you.
After thinking that you killed all my family, I still couldn’t do anything to you.
At that time, I should only hate myself.”
Bai Ran’s voice was a little choked, a little hoarse and crying, as if it was proving something.
Bai Ran’s words are the best medicine in the world for Quan Rui.
He breathed a little relieved, and only when Bai Ran said in person that he had never hated him, his heart would feel better.
“Fortunately, it’s only three years passed, so let it go. Ranran, at least, we have each other at this moment.” Quan Rui sighed and once again hugged Bai Ran in his arms.
After feeling her faint body temperature, he felt that his whole heart was filled.
What is the heartache in the past three years?
At least, she was in his arms at the moment.