Hearing him ask, Zhao Zishi suddenly laughed.

As if he had heard an extremely big joke, he smiled very brightly, is it possible for this man to still think that she doesn't hate him?

What a big joke in the world!!

She looked at him fixedly, and said word by word: "The reason why I came back is because of hatred, if I don't hate you, I have already entered reincarnation and reincarnation, and it is because I hate you, so I refuse to enter reincarnation." ”

Having said this, she felt that the haze in her heart gradually filled over, and she was depressed.

It lingered on her heart.

The tone was even more chilly: "You broke my hand, dug out my heart, killed my 100,000 soldiers, killed my children, you say, should I hate you?" ”

Should I hate you?

This sound made Zhan Yu's body tremble violently, and the man couldn't stand firmly, stumbling a few times, and almost fell.

He had long known that hatred would become a sea, but he was still so persistent in wanting to see her.

He hadn't seen her for too long and missed her.

Therefore, he can ignore her hatred and just want to see her.

"But is there any other reason for you to want to see me?"

The man asked in a low voice, this tone had lost the coldness of ordinary days, a little hoarse and dark, he lowered his eyebrows and looked at her, in that look, a little pity, a little pity, and even more, a deep longing.

Zhao Zishi only didn't see anything, and said with a cold smile: "Yes." ”

She didn't need to come back to tell him about her hatred for him, so she came back for other purposes.

Zhan Yu's face showed some joy, and he hurriedly asked her, "What made you come back?" ”

Do you miss him?

He couldn't ask such a question, and it was blocked in his chest, which made him very uncomfortable, but he just couldn't say it.

It's been almost a year since they were separated, he misses her too much, but he doesn't know if she misses him, the answer is too cruel, even if he is the emperor who is confident enough to strategize, he can't control Zhao Zishi's heart.

"It's revenge."

Zhao Zishi pursed his lips, spit out three words gloomily, raised his head just to see Zhan Yu's face, flashed with disappointment, the man endured too many emotions, making him look like his face was much softer than usual.

In the past, he often blamed him for having a tight face in front of her, which was really not good-looking.

In the beginning, he always said that it was his habit and not against her.

She became angry and cried out, "Can you use your habits with others to me?" Who am I to you? ”

The tone is full of coquettish hatred, and the meaning of coquettishness is very obvious, at that time, she really, still has that kind of feelings.

When Zhan Yu heard this, he had a serious face, but his eyes were looking at her very seriously, and he replied very frankly and straightforwardly: "You are my wife." ”

She was not his queen, his concubine, just his wife, a one-of-a-kind wife.

No one knows what kind of determination he made in his heart when he said this, he didn't dare to live or die, when she was Zhao Zi, she was his wife, and she could only be his wife.

In this life, he only wants to marry her.

He buried this heart in the bottom of his heart, fed it with blood, and never told anyone, and in his heart, he became a cinnabar.

Blood-red and blood-red, deep into the bone marrow.