The Deadly Hitwoman: A Lady With Special Abilities Chapter 787: I don’t understand

During dinner, Han Jing held his sore waist, told Lianwu and Lanling about the things that should be paid attention to in the Xia clan, especially Lianwu, you must take care of Xiaoxue, and you must not let her run around.

After all, in this place, it is really hard to say whether it is an enemy or a friend.

In the Saintess Palace, Ling Yue could tell that Xia Ji had been unhappy since she came in. She locked herself in a room and didn't come out until dinner.

Ling Yue hesitated for a long time, but still knocked on the door: "Xiaer?"

After a while, Xia Ji finally opened the door, but she didn't intend to come out.

"Did you bring any wine?" Just when Ling Yue was about to ask Xia Ji what happened, Xia Ji asked suddenly.

Ling Yue nodded.

"Come in." Xia Ji's face was calm, and she was very different from her usual self.

Ling Yue walked in, closed the door, and took out the wine from his space utensil.

When he was in Lingyou Hall, he and Xia Ji often drank some wine, so he always carried a lot of good wine with him.

Xia Ji didn't say anything else, but drank the wine in a muffled voice, without any expression on her face, and she didn't have the pleasure of watching the excitement as she described.

Ling Yue frowned, but silently accompanied Xia Ji to drink a lot.

I don't know how long I drank it, but when it was dark outside, Xia Ji got up unsteadily, and lit a candle.

She suddenly said, "Do you know where this is?"

Ling Yue was stunned for a moment, and asked tentatively, "Is this the room you once lived in?"

It doesn't seem like it. This room is too simple. Although the room is large, there are no extra things at all, such as a bed, a table, a cabinet, and almost nothing else.

As for his Xia Er, just like ordinary women, she likes jewelry and gorgeous clothes. clothing and jewelry.

Xia Ji went back and sat down, poured another glass of wine, and after a long time, she replied, "This is where my father lived."

Ling Yue looked at Xia Ji in surprise.

He has been married to Xia Ji for many years, and the two of them lived happily. It's not that he hasn't asked Xia Ji about her past, but she has never said anything about it. He just wants her to be happy, so if she doesn't say anything, he won't ask any more.

This is the first time she mentioned her past to him in the years they have been together.

Xia Ji didn't know whether she was speaking to Ling Yue or herself, but her expression was calm and soft, completely different from the usual arrogance and wantonness.

"He has been here for a long time, but he is always cautious. He is always worried that if he does not do well, people will look down on me and someone will bully me. There are so many servants in Mingming Palace, but he insists on He wants to cook for me every day, and he always wants to do something special for me."

As Xia Ji spoke, her voice was a bit choked up, but there was not even a single tear in her eyes.

She touched the corners of her eyes, and said with a sarcastic smile: "I forgot, I don't have any tears anymore, tears have been dried up a long time ago."

"So why save me? What's the point of me living?"

"You people with feelings, how do you understand what kind of desolation it is when I lose everything?"

"Yeah, none of you will understand, you won't understand..."