77: C77 Love Fake Feelings

C77 Love Fake Feelings

Yin Lan indeed did not remember this matter, but listening to Wu Qing's narration, she vaguely recalled that there seemed to be such a thing, but she did not have the time to think about it, because she saw the light in Wu Qing's eyes darken inch by inch, like a river that had lost water, drying up inch by inch.

"Wu Qing! Everyone living in the world has meaning. You have yet to find the meaning that you need the most. There are still many wonderful things in life that you do not know. So please hang on. We'll be at the hospital right away! "

"No... no need." Wu Qing said as she kept falling, "Some people may not know their own meaning even in their lifetime. I am very satisfied that I can know my own meaning and help you. I... am very happy. ... I met you and followed you..." "

Yin Lan heard the voice in her ears become softer and softer until she could not hear anything. She opened her mouth and breathed. After tidying up, she turned her head to look at Wu Qing. Her head was slightly bowed and her smooth face was covered in layers of light. It was as if she was in a deep sleep.

The car that was speeding suddenly stopped on the road. Yin Lan's hand was holding the steering wheel and her eyes were fixed on her hand. She felt a very strange feeling circulating in her heart repeatedly.

It seemed like she was sad. It seemed to be pain. It was not very clear but it was very depressing.

It was also in this silence that she heard the countdown sound one after another. Almost instinctively, she got down from the driver's seat. Then, she walked to the front passenger seat and wanted to move Wu Qing out, but her seatbelt was stuck, so she could not get it out no matter what. As the sound of the timer became more and more hurried, she became even more agitated.

She desperately tore at her seatbelt, but it was still stuck like a rock.

"Wu Qing!" Yin Lan's eyes were red as she looked at her, who was unable to wake up, and then turned around to leave.

After the timer sounded the alarm, she slid down the slope of the road.

Boom!

With a loud sound, a golden-red pillar of fire suddenly shot up, burning the air as it broke through the sky.

The deafening sound shocked the people chasing after it, and they panicked.

Looking at the rising black smoke and fire mist in front of him, Faang Yuanxi's mind was in chaos. "Hurry! Hurry and go!"

At the same time, the people in the luxurious carriage, which was less than a hundred meters away from Yin Lan, also saw this scene. Their hearts suddenly beat faster as they drove towards that direction.

The excessive heat waves rose up, burning Yin Lan's skin below until it hurt. She sat with her head in her arms, and the fragments and ashes of the cars scattered above her.

When the air became colder, Yin Lan climbed up the slope. Now the car was gone. Wu Qing was gone and she did not know anything about this place. She was so exhausted that she no longer had the strength to find a way out. After the wound on her back was tortured, the pain made her feel like her breathing had slowed down. She simply sat cross-legged on the ground and waited for Faang Yuanxi to find her.

She had just sat down for less than a minute when the sound of brakes rang in her ears. She was too lazy to raise her head and wait for Faang Yuanxi to approach her.

Not long after, the car door opened and closed. Then, a steady sound of footsteps stopped in front of her.

She gently raised her head. From her shoes to her suit to her face, the other party was glowing, but her facial features were very clear. After seeing the other party's face clearly, her expression changed slightly. She looked towards the car and saw that the window in the back seat was rolled down. That person was sitting in the back seat, silently and deeply staring at her.

"Young Master!" Ling arrived at the scene. He looked at the car that had turned into scrap metal, and then at the burning fire. He turned back to look at Faang Yuanxi, whose face was extremely ugly.

Faang Yuanxi's handsome face met Tong Tong's red light. His dark brown eyes were filled with traces of lust, ferocious and terrifying. "She won't die! Quickly go and find her. Dig this place into the ground! Three feet, I want to find her as well!"

"Yes." Ling led the others to start a carpet search.

The familiar silence, the familiar aura, and even the frequency of their breathing were so familiar.

Yin Lan sighed softly. She looked out of the window like a flash of light. Suddenly, she realized that fate was really strange. It was as if everyone had become trapped beasts. They could not find their own exit when they walked around, so they were tightly entangled together.

She did not even know. She did not know what kind of fate she had with Ning Ou. It was only because of this that the two of them kept meeting each other.

While she was deep in thought, both of her hands hugged her up and down. After placing her in a position that was within reach of her, a wave of cold air entered her body and mind along with her breathing.

"Ning Ou." The light voice contained a clear warning. His gaze was slightly lowered, and he did not look at the handsome and bewitching face that was right in front of him.

"You'd better not move. I don't want to hurt you." Ning Ou wrapped his arms around Yin Lan and rested his head on her shoulder. The delicate fragrance of Ruolan seeped into the tip of his nose and sank into his heart, causing his wild thoughts to gradually calm down.

Yin Lan turned her head slightly. Under her black short hair, her red lips curled into a cold arc, covering her dark eyes that were like stars in the night.

"What's wrong?"

She did not know why, but she did not know why. He suddenly made her feel a little down.

She tightened her arms around her, "How did he call you? Lan? A'Yin? Or Lan?"

Yin Lan silently breathed out the depression in her heart, "Are you asking Master Jing or Faang Yuanxi?"

Master Jing!

This was what she called that man?

"Hua Jingsheng." He held back the words and answered in a low voice.

"Lan."

"Then can I call you that?"

"Up to you."

"Lan..."

Yin Lan heard the same two words coming out of Hua Jingsheng's mouth. It seemed different from Ning Ou coming out.

Hua Jingsheng's voice was low and contained a domineering force that could not be ignored. Ning Ou's voice was soft and gentle. It seemed to be mixed with emotion.

"Lan." Without hearing an answer, Ning Ou called out again.

"Did something happen in Ning's these two days?" Yin Lan saw Ning Ou's unusual expression and guessed.

"Lan, if there is only one person between Hua Jingsheng and me one day, who do you want to live more?"

The sudden question made Yin Lan stiffen her body. She frowned and asked, "Why would I compare you to him? There seems to be no interaction between the two of you. There is no comparison."

"Is that so? Is there no comparison? " A low mumble came out of Ning Ou's mouth. He had a hint of a smile on his face.

Yin Lan felt the arms around her slowly loosen. She reached out and grabbed Ning Ou's arm that was about to withdraw. She turned her head and asked, "Did something happen that I don't know about?"

"Do you care? Besides the Xu Family, who else in the Nanxing do you care about?" Ning Ou didn't struggle, but his voice was cold and sarcastic.

However, when his gaze swept across her bloodstained back, he could not help but stop.

Who else in the vast Nanxing needed to be taken into her eyes? Yin Lan asked herself.

There was no answer to this question. She slowly let go of her hand.

"Your injury is not healed yet?"

Ning Ou's sudden question stunned Yin Lan. She thought back to the time when he knew her back was injured. She suddenly understood.

"Can't you tell?" Yin Lan asked. I seem to have been tricked."

When she pulled Wu Qing and escaped, she was driving Faang Yuanxi's car. Who was it that plotted against Faang Yuanxi? Or was Faang Yuanxi plotting against her?

"You are also being schemed against." The tone of his voice was sharp and sarcastic.

Thinking of Wu Qing, a trace of bitterness appeared on Yin Lan's indifferent face. After that, she turned her head to look at the person behind her. His handsome facial features were suffused with coldness under the faint sunlight that was blocked by the ink-black glass. His dark white lustre was subservient to his brows, making his ink-black eyes look even more soul-stealing.

"Ning Ou, if I die one day, will you remember me?"

If one day her soul also disappeared like Wu Qing's, would there be someone who remembered her as she remembered Wu Qing?2

Hearing Yin Lan's question, Ning Ou's cold eyes fell on her. He did not speak for a long time.

Ning Ou's silence was as she had expected. There was no friendship or relationship between them, and it was clearer to say that they had once used each other's relationship. Moreover, she had angered Ning Ou so much that he almost killed her.

How could there be such a deep friendship between them?

But why did his heart suddenly feel empty?

Was it because no one remembered him?

"Lan." Ning Ou's voice came over when she was lost.

Yin Lan looked up in confusion.

"Maybe." Ning Ou frowned slightly. He seemed to be considering and hesitating. In the end, he said, "I fell in love with you."

The words were like waves crashing into her heart. At that moment, Yin Lan's head turned white. Her mind was blank and she could not remember anything.

But when she recovered, Ning Ou had already lowered his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair. He seemed to be resting.

As if seeing through the shock behind her shock, Ning Ou then said, "It's just that maybe."

Yin Lan then let out a sigh of relief, but she did not know that her actions were oppressing Ning Ou's heart, which was in a trance and was looking for an exit.

It turned out that she did not want her feelings.

The two of them fell into silence again. Levin, who was driving the car, ignored the strange atmosphere between the two of them. Their relationship was not as clear as it was at the beginning. Every word they said contained a deeper meaning.

He did not know whether to say that the world was changing, or whether to say that the human heart was unpredictable.

Arriving at the Golden Elegant Manor, it was as beautiful and exquisite as it had been in the past. It was incomparably noble.

Yin Lan opened the car door and walked out. She did not want the wound on her back to be pulled again. The pain seemed to have never stopped intensifying.

Holding the car door, she gritted her teeth and did not let herself be defeated by weakness.

Ning Ou sat in the wheelchair and waited on the other side. He did not see Yin Lan coming over for a long time. Just as he signaled Levin to walk over and take a look, he saw Yin Lan walking over with her teeth clenched.

Seeing the Ning's's door, she leaned her body against the back of the car and said with a faint smile. "I still don't want to go up. Can you send me back to Huhao?"

"No." "No," Ning Ou said.

Looking at her pale face, he knew she must be in great pain. But he hated her holding back, and hated her disguise even more.

"I don't want to get you into trouble." She went missing from the dungeon. Hua Jingsheng must be looking for her. If they found out that she was with Ning Ou, they would be in deep trouble.

"I'm not afraid of trouble." Ning Ou gave up on her desire to escape.

Even though he knew Yin Lan was heartless to him, he still wanted him to let her leave alone and go to a place where she could not see to treat her wounds. His heart could not bear it anymore. He even felt his heart ache.

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