Chapter 793 He Must Think She’s Dead
“Right, just like that.”
An Ruo felt increasingly uneasy as she asked him, “Was it really you who saved me, or was the hijacking also part of your plan?”
Otherwise, with so many people on the plane, why specifically allow her and Mo Hua to parachute out? Those hijackers didn’t intend to kill the two of them, in fact, they didn’t even seem to want to hijack the plane!
If it was truly for the sake of hijacking, they would not have destroyed the plane!
“It was all your scheme… Why did you capture me?” An Ruo was now quite certain it was his scheme.
Xingtian sat down beside her, looking at her from up close.
“What do you think?” he asked, smiling as he spoke.
An Ruo backed away and shook her head, saying she couldn’t guess.
Xingtian showed her a tender smile, which confused her. Were they that well-acquainted? Why would he smile at her like that?
“An Ruo, do you remember what I told you? I said I was tired and wanted to retire. I also said my hands were stained with blood, which is why I couldn’t touch your heart.”
Those words were not said to her by him, but by Mo Hua!
An Ruo’s face was completely drained of color; she couldn’t describe her current emotions. Shock, astonishment, disbelief—she simply couldn’t accept such a reality.
She stared intently at him, hoping to discern something from his face.
His face bore no resemblance to Mo Hua’s, but their eyes…
Suddenly, An Ruo began to tremble all over, feeling a chill run through her.
Their eyes were the same!
Could he really be… Mo Hua?
Seeing her like this, Xingtian felt a twinge of heartache, “Did I scare you? Don’t be afraid, I’m not a terrible person. Yes, I am Mo Hua, but Mo Hua is not me.”
“You…” An Ruo’s lips quivered for a long time before she managed to ask with difficulty, “Where is the real Mo Hua?”
She always found it strange. The previous Mo Hua was somewhat shy and didn’t have strong feelings for her—certainly not to the point of liking her.
He just saw her as a good friend, but Mo Hua gradually changed. His personality remained the same, but his feelings for her began to intensify. He suddenly professed his liking for her, wanting to pursue her.
At that time, she should have noticed something, but his acting was too convincing; no one would suspect that he was not the real Mo Hua.
Even Mo Hua’s parents were deceived by him—he was that skilled an actor.
Thinking of this, An Ruo shuddered once more.
Is it not terrifying to realize that someone you’re familiar with is not the person you know, but someone else in disguise?
However, having spent so much time with Tang Yuchen, An Ruo’s ability to cope had become much stronger than an average person’s. In a moment, she regained some composure.
“Tell me, where is the real Mo Hua? What have you done with him?”
Xingtian countered with a question, “Do you care about him a lot?”
“Of course! He’s my friend!” And he suffered because of others’ misdeeds by being impersonated.
Xingtian’s lips curled into a smile, “He’s not dead, but he can’t go back because, in everyone’s eyes, both of you died in the plane explosion.”
It was another bolt from the blue.
Yes, why hadn’t she thought of it? In the eyes of others, they were already dead. Tang Yuchen and Kangkang must think she’s dead; they would definitely be very sad and distressed.
She suddenly felt such regret; she should not have left them. She should have confessed her feelings to Tang Yuchen earlier.
“You don’t plan to let me go back, do you?” An Ruo murmured the question.