The Villain Loves Me Very Much - Chap 1191
Mo Yihan had a knot in his heart since he was a child.
The person he liked very much liked others…
All his kindness to him was fake…
All his care for him was for another person.
He never really liked him. Being with him was just a solace…
So Mo Yihan swore in his heart when he was very young.
He would definitely seize the throne, then imprison that person and make him his own…
From then on, he could only see himself in his eyes.
His body could only belong to him.
Whether he blamed himself or hated himself, he didn’t care.
Because this was what he deserved.
Who told him to always treat himself as a substitute?
So later, when Mo Yihan took advantage of Bai Yu’s unpreparedness and seized the throne that belonged to him, he didn’t even feel a little guilty in his heart.
He felt that Bai Yu deserved it.
His long-cherished dream finally came true, and he felt relieved.
He was not only not worried about poisoning Bai Yu, but also felt that the poison would not be enough?
Would Bai Yu still have a chance to escape?
Mo Yihan undoubtedly loved Bai Yu deeply.
However, while he loved Bai Yu, he also hated Bai Yu!
He hated Bai Yu for using him as a substitute, and hated Bai Yu
for deceiving himself like that. It was because of these hatreds that he could not see everything Bai Yu did for him.
He would not feel guilty for every cruel thing he did to Bai Yu.
Because, that was what Bai Yu deserved…
Who told him to be so cruel?
Who told him to keep deceiving his feelings?
Such thoughts had already taken root in Mo Yihan’s heart.
He never doubted it.
Until Bai Yu died, he still thought that it was because Bai Yu liked Mo Qinglan too much and could not bear to be by his side.
That’s why he left him in such a decisive way.
When he was in pain of Bai Yu’s departure, he also hated Bai Yu. Why was he so cruel to himself? Why couldn’t he just look at himself!
But now…
looking at Mo Qinglan’s face that was scratched because of Bai Yu, and looking at Eleven and Seventeen kneeling in front of him.
Mo Yihan seemed to have turned into a puppet.
He seemed to have lost even his soul overnight.
Many, many words kept lingering in his mind…
“We all thought that Master Bai would be very happy to see Mo Qinglan, and then be instigated by her.
Then when you come here, you will see what he did.
However, what we didn’t expect was that
Master Bai actually didn’t recognize Mo Qinglan anymore.
It’s been too long since we last met, and he has long forgotten who this person is.
When he heard that Mo Qinglan wanted to kill you, he killed her.”
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“Mo Yihan, you idiot, you actually made Bai Yu commit suicide!
You thought you won, but in fact you are worse off than me!
You really deserve it! You killed someone who liked you so much!
You deserve to be lonely for the rest of your life!”
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“Mo Yihan, I didn’t do that! I don’t care whether you believe it or not, I never thought of hurting you!”
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“Asshole. You really don’t understand me at all, and you still speculate my feelings for you like that. You are so sorry for me…”
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“Then I’ll let you see if I can leave you!”
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Tears flowed down Mo Yihan’s eyes drop by drop, and slowly fell to the ground.
Mo Yihan knelt down on the ground.
He lost the last bit of strength in his body.
In his mind was the image of Bai Yu leaving him even if he died.
The fire was so big that it seemed to devour everything between heaven and earth, but he would rather walk into the fire than look back at himself.
How disappointed must he be to do such a thing!
Mo Yihan had never thought that the person Bai Yu liked, the person he had been thinking about, was actually himself!
So what on earth had he hated all these years?
What on earth was he seeking revenge for?
He could have lived happily with Bai Yu, but because of his own assumptions, he did so many terrible and cruel things to Bai Yu!
Mo Yihan felt that he had lost consciousness due to the pain.
His body was shaking violently, and his tears were about to dry up in his eyes.
He had never known that a person could be in such pain.
All the blood in his body seemed to be frozen and lost the ability to flow.
Eleven pressed his head tightly to the ground and kept confessing to him, while Seventeen was still begging for mercy, and Mo Qinglan was shouting in pain.
All kinds of noisy sounds entered Mo Yihan’s ears, but he could not hear anything.
There was only one thought in his mind.
He wanted to see Bai Yu…
In the past, when he was in the palace, whenever he encountered something unhappy, he didn’t need to go to Bai Yu, Bai Yu would come to him by himself.
Bai Yu’s love for Mo Yihan was simply meticulous.
He always gave the best to Mo Yihan.
When he saw him in pain, he always tried to find ways to make him happy.
Bai Yu never liked to see Mo Yihan frowning, and every time he saw it, he would personally help him smooth it out.
Not to mention, let him cry…
With Bai Yu around, how could he cry?
He would only let him grow in warmth, and would not let him feel a little cold and darkness.
Bai Yu was like a big tree, nurturing the seedling beside him to grow strong.
Mo Yihan stood up blankly, and he trembled as he ordered his men to drag Eleven and Seventeen away and execute them.
Especially Seventeen, she maliciously deceived herself and caused Bai Yu’s death, and she must suffer all the torture.
After saying these words, Mo Yihan stumbled towards the direction where Bai Yu was.
He didn’t want to see these people again, he just wanted to see Bai Yu…
He wanted to hug him, let him hug him like before…
Mo Yihan walked very fast, and he ran to the back.
His brother, the last thing he would do was to see him sad…
He did so many excessive things to Bai Yu at that time, but Bai Yu chose to forgive him after seeing him injured.
This time, he would definitely be like before, although he was very angry, but as long as he acted like a spoiled child with him, he would easily forgive himself.
Mo Yihan strode to the room where Bai Yu was.
He wanted to apologize to him and wanted to tell him how wrong he was.
In a trance, he always felt that if he opened this door, he could see Bai Yu sitting there waiting for him.
Just like how many days and nights he had before…
As long as he went back, he could always see Bai Yu waiting there.
However, after opening the door, what Mo Yihan saw was not a living person, but a charred corpse.
The cruel scene once again pulled Mo Yihan into reality.
Yes…
Bai Yu has been dead for a long time…
He will never smile at me again, nor cry at me, and will never come to me and smooth my brows with his hand…
The person who only loves me will never come back…
Mo Yihan knelt in front of Bai Yu, crying heartbreakingly.
-When
Bai Yu was buried, Mo Yihan buried him with the specifications of a queen.
That day, Bai Yu was still wearing the wedding dress he prepared, and Mo Yihan was also wearing another wedding dress.
This day was Bai Yu’s funeral, and it was also their wedding.
In this palace, everyone thought that Mo Yihan hated Bai Yu very much. That’s why he imprisoned him and treated him like that. Until
this day, everyone knew that Mo Yihan never hated Bai Yu, but loved Bai Yu too much…
He loved him so much that he wanted to marry him even after he died.
This kind of love is both paranoid and scary.
But at this moment, Mo Yihan has already sat firmly on the throne, and no one dared to say no.
When Bai Yu was buried, it rained heavily.
Mo Yihan watched him being sent to the mausoleum.
When the coffin was closed, he collapsed.
He refused to let Bai Yu sleep alone in this cold mausoleum, and he didn’t want to never see him again.
“No, let me go!”
Mo Yihan panted, his eyes full of hatred and bloodshot, his hair soaked with sweat.
His heart was in a paralyzing pain.
“No!” He shouted in pain.
“Master!” Ada knelt down beside him, “Do you want to see that Mr. Bai can’t be buried on time, and even his soul can’t rest in peace?”
Mo Yihan was stunned, and finally didn’t stop him. He seemed to have lost all his strength, and he lay on the ground, crying.
Mo Yihan watched Bai Yu’s body being covered by the coffin, and buried in this mausoleum forever.
The tears in his eyes fell… At this moment, he didn’t look like the high and mighty emperor.
He was as embarrassed as a downtrodden beggar.
Even worse than a beggar…
Mo Yihan kneeled in front of Bai Yu’s grave in pain, looking at the dress he was wearing, his whole face was in a trance.
What a festive color.
This dress was prepared by Bai Yu himself…
Originally, he should have worn this dress, held Bai Yu’s hand, and married him.
He should have accepted everyone’s blessings, lifted the red veil on Bai Yu’s head, and then held him in his arms and kissed him passionately. Tell him how much he loved him…
But now, he can only lean against this cold tombstone and watch his beloved being buried in the grave.
From now on, they will never see each other again…
