After Transmigration, The Male Lead and I had a HE

ouse, with little defense against others and couldn’t bear to watch others suffer difficulties or injuries.

Compared to her, he was more like a person walking through a dark corner.

After all, the trajectory of his life had already changed the moment his father died.

He personally watched as that woman’s tender sentiments and sweet feelings towards his father turned into bubbles while he was still alive.
She kept saying that she loved him, but went and married someone else.

The one she loved was never his father.
What she loved was the money the man gave her, the reputation as Madam Xie and all the splendid jewelries attached to it.
After she lost those, she no longer had any love for the Xie Family.

Including him.

Because of her, he will never believe in love again going forward.

When he thought to this point, Xie Xinglin’s eyes became slightly colder and he ignored the unnecessary and superfluous emotions in his heart.

Su Qiuge couldn’t help but suddenly shivered from the wet coldness emanating from his body.
Then she immediately took a few steps back and looked at him.
She wondered, Xie Xinglin was colder than even ice water right now, would he really not catch a cold like this?

Xie Xinglin lowered his eyes, it was unknown what he was thinking.

At this moment, she couldn’t clearly see the emotions at the bottom of his eyes.
But in the span of a split second, Su Qiuge suddenly felt that the air surrounding him could unexpectedly cause one’s heart to palpitate.

After a while, he raised his head and indifferently glanced at her.

The voice seemed a little hoarse, “No need, I’m in a hurry to get back.”

As soon as his voice fell, he turned and left.

Su Qiuge watched his back, feeling that his tone of voice just now seemed especially restrained, it was as if he was deliberately suppressing something.

Afterwards, Su Qiuge had some personal understanding of his expression just now.

She knew she had been eating more recently, so her weight was likely to increase.

But he only supported her for a moment, so it seemed unlikely for him to become so breathless?

Could it be that although Xie Xinglin was great at fighting, he was actually physically weak?

When she thought this way, Su Qiuge’s movement of going up the stairs paused.
Then, she let out a sigh.

Said he was a little white face and he even refused to admit to it.

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