“Jiao Long, are you still thinking about revenge?” Lang Yue unexpectedly changed the subject, catching me off guard. I looked at her in confusion. She said, “The night before our wedding, you were talking in your sleep, wanting to destroy Night Mountain to avenge your mother-in-law.”
“Really?” I smiled softly. So I had a bad habit of talking in my sleep.
“Is making the Lord fall in love with you your method of revenge?” She turned her face, staring at me seriously.
I was stunned for a moment before giving a wry smile: “Was I that obvious?”
Her expression changed, her eyes dropping: “So my guess was true. You really want to destroy Night Mountain. You want to use the Lord to destroy Night Mountain.”
“You’re wrong,” I stood by the bed, helping the pale-faced Lang Yue sit up and letting her lean on me.
“Are you talking about the Lord? I’m not sure when he knew my father’s identity, but I know that no matter what he does to me, I’m willing, with no complaints. As long as he looks at me for a moment, I’m very happy.”
Lang Yue showed no sadness, instead seeming to have figured many things out, which surprised me. I had always thought she was just a love fool…
Lang Yue had given everything for loving someone, abandoned everything, just stupidly loving, loving until the end of her life.
“But he loves you… People of Night Mountain are like this. Once they love someone, they fall completely into madness, crazy…” As Lang Yue said this, her face suddenly turned white, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood.
My heart ached, and I turned my head away, pretending not to notice her blood: “Night Lock is not such a person. He lives for ambition and politics.
