Chapter 918: I want the Holy Grail

The figure gradually approached, step by step.
Obviously there was no sound, but it was like hearing the heavy footsteps, as if stepping on her heart.
Until, he really stood in front of her.
Han Fei was silly all at once.
She obviously wanted to say something, and she wanted to say something very urgently, but all the words were stuck in her throat, and she couldn't spit it out. Even her limbs lost control and she couldn't lift it up. She is just like a wooden Xuan here now.
Until she was tightly embraced by a pair of slender arms.
Very tight and tight.
Breathing tight to the chest was blocked.
However, her heart, which had been ups and downs, slowly settled down.
Han Fei closed her eyes, and a tear came out from the corner of her eyes. Finally, she recovered her voice and shouted, "Ache..."
This call was very light, and the light was about to die with the wind, but it hit Qin Che's heart heavily.
He responded in a low voice: "Yeah."
In the whole world, only she would call him ‘A Che’, not Han Ling, but Qin Che.
When Qin Che released Han Fei, Han Fei had already controlled her emotions, but the next moment, when Qin Che took off her hood quickly, Han Fei still panicked. She panicked to avoid her face and put the hood back on, but Qin Che forced her to raise her head.
Four eyes face each other.
Han Fei's unrecovered face was so unreservedly exposed in Qin Che's eyes.
Han Fei became a little nervous. She stared at Qin Che's dark eyeballs. As long as there was a trace of disgust in it, she absolutely turned and left, and walked away without looking back.
However, no.
There was only distress in those dark eyes, distress that was about to overflow.
Qin Che stretched out his hand and touched Han Fei's face lightly, his fingertips still trembling, and he pressed the scars thinly, even though Han Fei's self-treatment was no longer as scary as the beginning. , But it’s still so good I can’t see where it goes.
"You are hurt……"
His hoarse voice sounded dry.
Han Fei didn't feel any pain, took a deep breath, and said, "It's all right."
"Han Fei."
"Ok."
"Han Fei."
"Ok."
Obviously such a nutritious dialogue, but they tirelessly repeat it over and over again.
Until Han Fei’s eye sockets turned red and tears began to fall uncontrollably, she clenched her hands tightly, clenched her fists tightly, and didn’t feel any pain even when her nails were stuck in the flesh. Slowly, there were bloodshots from her fingers. Seepage between seams.
Han Fei couldn't control her crying voice slowly.
"Ache, smile to death."
This sentence, Han Fei exhausted all her strength before saying it.
At this moment, her mind was full of pierced smiles.
In the past six months, she was struggling to repress, she pretended to be strong, she pressed all the sadness in her heart, in countless tossing to the south, she couldn't sleep at night, even if she fell asleep, she would be awakened by nightmares. In the dream, there are all smiles.
She took on this grief alone, and never divulged it. She perfectly pretended to be a okay person, deceiving everyone, and making everyone think that she was the one who was powerful enough to do everything. .
But, until Han Fei appeared in front of Qin Che, she couldn't pretend anymore, even her tears could not be controlled.
Qin Che was startled when he heard Han Fei's words.
"Smile, smile to death, smile..."
Han Fei's forehead touched Qin Che's chest and kept repeating this sentence, with large tears dripping onto Qin Che's chest.
Qin Che's expression twisted, but in the end he calmed down, holding Han Fei's head, and whispered, "I'm sorry."
What happened to Han Fei when he didn't know, and how those terrible things haunted her.
How could Qin Che not hate it?
He hates it.
I hate myself.
Hate that I can't do anything, only then will Han Fei bear all the pain.
He couldn't even imagine how Han Fei endured these pains during this period.
Until Han Fei's tears gradually stopped, the tightly clenched hand was finally released, but the palm of her hand was and it hurt very much.
Qin Che saw the palm of her hand, dragged her to a chair and sat down, then took out a handkerchief and carefully and seriously bandaged Han Fei.
Han Fei looked at his profile, perfectly as if it were carved out of a supernatural skill.
Han Fei was in a daze, and a hoarse voice came out: "Will you blame me. It's because I didn't protect it."
The movement in Qin Che's hand paused, and finally he closed a knot in silence, saying, "Don't blame you."
Han Fei looked at him blankly.
"Han Fei, don't blame you, the wrong person is me, I didn't protect you."
Han Fei looked at him and suddenly said, "I want the Holy Grail."
Qin Che was startled.
Han Fei took a deep breath and said: "I want the Holy Grail, the Holy Grail can bring back the dead."
Qin Che was silent.
Han Fei repeated, "Qin Che, give me the Holy Grail."
"The Holy Grail is not in my hands."
Han Fei's pupils shrank and said, "So where? How do I get it, tell me."
Qin Che held Han Fei's wrist tightly and said, "I will get it, don't worry."
Han Fei looked at him seriously and said, "This time, can you do it."
"for sure."
Han Fei laughed suddenly. The smile with tears was not pretty, and that face was still ugly, but at this moment in Qin Che's heart, this smile was more beautiful than anything, and even more immovable. Open your eyes.
Han Fei said softly: "Okay, I believe you."
This sentence is heavier than any words. It also needs to fluctuate.
After they had experienced so many things, after searching again and again in the memory, she thought she would never speak it again. ’
They were silent for a long time, and a faint and warm atmosphere slowly permeated.
Han Fei originally thought that their meeting would be more intense, or angry, aggressive, or questioning, but never thought it would be such a calm, but it happened that this calm was the most moving.
Han Fei knew that she might have been wrong all the time. Her feelings for Qin Che were too complicated. This complexity was a mixture of love and hatred. There were also unforgettable, sad and desperate experiences. They experienced identity Peer to peer, have also walked into each other's world.
This relationship is too deep, too thick, and too complicated. If you want to completely give up, your heart will be broken. If you want to spit bad words, hurt others and yourself.
In the end, it became a catharsis of emotions like this.
Han Fei sighed softly.
She covered her eyes, wanting not to look at Qin Che's dark eyes, but she couldn't erase him from her mind.