Chapter 392: Time and Space Disorder

When Han Fei woke up, her face was full of tears.
"Host, you are awake."
It took a long time for Han Fei to realize that Taobao was calling her.
She reached out and touched her face, filled with moist tears. She closed her eyes vigorously, and got up, and found herself lying in a vast place with blank spaces everywhere.
It's so white.
Bai learned that she was left.
Han Fei said slowly, "Taobao?"
"I'm here."
A small immature figure slowly appeared, floating in front of Han Fei, that cute little face was full of worries for Han Fei.
Han Fei slowly remembered the memory before waking up. She remembered that she was stabbed in the chest with a knife, as if she could still hear the child's scream.
"Host, what's the matter with you?"
Han Fei suddenly grabbed Taobao and asked nervously, "Taobao! Can I go back?! You send me back! Okay!"
Taobao was silent for a moment.
Han Fei persevered, looking at it expectantly.
But in the end Taobao shook his head and said nothing.
Han Fei panicked all of a sudden, and squatted and said, "No, no, this is too cruel to him! I just died in front of him, as well as Xue Gui, and Xue Gui also died in front of him. , He will be crazy! This is too cruel!":
"Host, I can't do it."
"You must have a way, you help me, please Taobao..."
Speaking of the back, Han Fei's tone was crying.
She couldn't imagine how Xiao Qin Che would spend the days to come after she died.
He was only a child, but accepted all this.
Just think about it, as if my heart hurts so much that I can't breathe.
Han Fei sat down on the ground, her expression in a daze, tears falling one after another.
Taobao was extremely uncomfortable looking at her like this, and he had such a hunch when he sent her to that memory.
"Host, I can't send you to him, but I can show you how the male will spend his days."
Hearing this, Han Fei's eyes lit up suddenly.
"Quick! Show me!"
Taobao waved her hand, and a transparent mirror appeared in front of her eyes, with mist still floating on the mirror surface, and after the mist slowly dissipated, she saw the little Qin Che.
"Che'er..."
She couldn't help screaming.
But the person in the mirror will not hear.
Han Fei just squatted down and looked at him quietly.
Watching him struggle to survive in the palace.
Watching him endure the cynicism of those people.
Watching him madly beating his unable to stand legs in the night.
Watching him fall from the chair again and again, just to stand for a short second.
Seeing this, Han Fei covered her mouth and couldn't cry.
She thought that he would be in pain, but she did not think it would be so painful.
Han Fei almost couldn't bear to watch it any longer, but she forced herself, forced herself to watch and understand his past.
Seeing him sick and painful lying on the bed tossing around.
Saw him faintly breathing her name, with a loud voice.
Seeing that everyone sympathized with him, and he became more and more indifferent.
Seeing that he was wearing that silver mask, no one ever saw his overly beautiful face ever since.
Until, Han Fei saw that he killed the first person.
The man was completely ripped open and his body was thrown into the desert well.
Han Fei saw him smile, and that smile was creepy and frightening.
Han Fei's heart came up fiercely. The situation she was most worried about had happened and Qin Che changed.
From a child to a beast, those red eyes were full of violence.
Then came the second, the third...
Han Fei shouted involuntarily.
"Don't... don't kill... enough... Che'er!"
Continuing to kill him will completely become what she least wants to see, that him is like a demon crawling out of hell.
He killed more and more people, his face became more and more contorted, and the corpses at the bottom of the well became fuller.
Slowly, Han Fei gradually felt a sense of familiarity from that distorted, unfamiliar handsome face.
That dangerous Qin Che.
The one who had seen Qin Che in his dream, his inner world.
Han Fei seemed to understand something in a daze, and understood why there is such a dangerous personality in Qin Che's inner world.
Because that's him...
It was him who was twisted.
Han Fei's eyes widened and she exclaimed. She finally understood why Qin Che in the dream was always dangerous and bloody. He was forced to be that way.
Han Fei saw that he hated himself like that, but couldn't help him become that way.
He lived a very painful life, but he couldn't change it. He became more irritable, killed more people, and hated himself more and more. This was a vicious circle.
And Han Fei was already crying.
At the end of the picture, when Qin Che woke up again, she became the Qin Che she is now familiar with.
Qin Che was cold, emotionless, and indifferent in his eyes.
And the picture stops here.
Taobao retracted the mirror, looked at Han Fei with a complicated face, hesitated, and said, "Host, are you okay?"
Han Fei didn't speak, she was in a daze for a long time, as if she was trying to draw her attention from the picture.
After a while, she slowly raised her head, her eyes still hanging on her eyelashes, and she asked sadly: "Why?!"
Taobao stepped back a little scared.
Han Fei stood up slowly and repeated it again.
"why!"
"Host……"
"Why do I exist in his memory! What happened is real, right?! Why is this happening!"
Han Fei couldn't accept it.
If all this is true.
Then she was also one of the fuse that led to the blackening behind Qin Che.
It was the life and death of her and Xue nobles that forced Qin Che into a devil!
He became the dangerous, violent, and one!
Han Fei couldn't accept it, she was the murderer!
"Host, don't you still understand?"
Han Fei looked up blankly and said, "What?"
Taobao sighed.
"This is his memory."
Han Fei was startled.
"And I just sent you to his memory."
"No, it's not..."
"Host, don't you understand? This is his memory, and the consciousness is that in his memory, these things have happened, which means you are part of his memory."
"Impossible! I won't. I, I only returned to that time and space because of you, and met Qin Che at that time. This, this is happening now!",
"No, host, time and space are always handed over. That time and space have been messed up, and you are cycling through this process. You met Qin Che at that time, and Qin Che at that time changed his personality because of you. ."
"no!"
"Just like handwriting, his handwriting imitated you, but your handwriting was imitating him at the beginning. This is the transition of time and space."