He didn't know how to make her forget the pain, or whether he could resolve the resentment in her heart. He just wanted to tell her that he was willing to use his life in exchange for his forgiveness, that he was willing to give up, and that she deserved to be treated like this.
When Xia Qingge woke up again, she opened her eyes blankly and looked at the dilapidated ceiling. She felt dizzy for a while. She didn't want to speak or move. Her whole body was in pain. She moved her fingers slightly and felt a heart-wrenching feeling.
The pain hit her immediately, making her want to cry. A buzzing sound hovered above her head, and she had a splitting headache.
"Yeah" She held her head in her hands in pain and groaned, desperately trying to get rid of this uncomfortable rumbling sound.
"What's wrong, is it uncomfortable there?" came Du Yuechen's nice, slightly tired voice.
Xia Qingge suddenly became quiet as if she had been frightened. She stared blankly at the man in front of her. In an instant, memories came flooding back. Why did this man refuse to let her go? Shouldn't the relationship between them have ended long ago?
Already? How could he cruelly let her insert the knife into his chest with her own hands? He could obviously stop it, so why did he let her hurt him with her own hands?
Her sudden silence made Du Juanchen beside her extremely uneasy. When she just woke up, she was so excited, but now she was looking at him so quietly and calmly. Du Juanchen seemed to be getting more and more upset.
He no longer understood the woman in front of him. But this feeling of not being able to see clearly made him even more panicked and uneasy.
He suddenly held her little hand holding her head tightly, and a cold feeling spread throughout her body, reaching her heart.
"Your hands are so cold, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" He looked at her tenderly, his black eyes fixed on her. The tenderness and care in his black eyes were almost invisible to the thick Xia Qingge.
Dare to look directly.
So, she hurriedly withdrew her hand and hurriedly avoided his affectionate gaze. She subconsciously shifted her gaze and fell on the simple bed he had set up on the concrete floor. She felt pain for no reason. How could he have been so proud?
He was so humble and self-satisfied. I'm afraid he wouldn't bother to walk into such a place, but now he has to sleep here.
She was filled with distress. She didn't want to feel distressed for him, but she couldn't control it. She couldn't control it at all. She couldn't help but worry and feel distressed. How could she feel distressed and distressed? She should be hating
How could he feel sorry for him? Such tangled emotions almost drove her crazy. She looked up blankly and found that the man in front of her kept maintaining the same gaze as before, still staring at her motionless. There was actually something in his affectionate eyes.
Revealing a sense of hurt.
"I'm going to get you something to eat. You must be hungry." He changed the subject at the right time, fearing that her pouty mouth would say something that would hurt him. He didn't want to hear it, not at all.
Since meeting her, what she said the most and what bothered him the most was that she would not go back with him. Every time she said such a sentence, his heart sank to the bottom of the lake.
Now, he couldn't bear it. She said it over and over again, clamoring that she wanted to leave him. He couldn't bear it even more that she didn't hesitate to hurt herself and run away from him. He just wanted her to stay with him and live a good life.
Is it really so unforgivable in his whole life? He already knew he was wrong, so why didn't he even have a chance to apologize?
Xia Qingge, how cruel are you? For two whole years, he was suffering from guilt and longing all the time. His regret, his longing, he could not count how many times he faced her in the room where she had lived.
In the photo, in the dead of night, he was alone and confessing palely, and then fell drunk on the floor again and again. When he got up the next day, he found that he had a splitting headache, but he did not dare to delay and kept running away.
He left her room because he was afraid that if he stayed in this room for a second longer, his thoughts would overflow all over the place... Therefore, he did not dare to stay any longer... He wanted to escape.
Escape in embarrassment...
Just like when he was standing in front of her at this moment, the two people were clearly close at hand, but he didn't have the slightest courage to face her coldness and alienation, as if the moment she opened her mouth, his long-standing defense would collapse.
His smile was bitter to the bottom of his heart. Before leaving, he held her face in his hands and kissed her softly again and again, with unquestionable affection: "Stop making trouble, okay? I'm tired, and you have worked so hard too."
, please stop making trouble, okay?" He is so domineering, when did he ever say such humble and pleading words to a woman in such a low voice?
Her heart trembled, not only because of his tenderness, but also because of his humbleness in front of her, and he turned around lonely, his tall back staggering towards the door. The moment he turned around, her tears, his tears, and again
I couldn't control it, it was dripping.
How could they reach such a painful situation? Is it really irreversible?
After a while, he walked in with steaming white porridge, as if the lonely and injured person who left just now was not him. His face was filled with tenderness that he had never seen before, and the smile spread to his eyes.
He scooped up a spoonful, put it to his mouth, blew on it, and made sure it was no longer hot before putting it into her mouth. Seeing that she didn't refuse, his smile grew thicker, with a little satisfaction, "Eat more,
It'll be fine when you're full." He coaxed her like a child, gently feeding her and eating the rice in the bowl. Although she didn't say a word from beginning to end, he was also happy and at ease.
It wasn't until the bowl of white porridge reached the bottom that he pretended to be angry and said: "I have a huge appetite, but you will eat me up." He said exaggeratedly. Although he said this, the smile in the corner of his eyes became even bigger and infinitely larger.
Xia Qingge still didn't speak, didn't respond, and didn't know what he was thinking with his head buried. He wasn't angry either, and helped her do it in a good-tempered way, and then he would see if her bottle was fast.
He lifted her pillow up to make her feel uncomfortable, completely forgetting that he himself was also an injured person.
As night fell, two people were squeezed into a small room, with two beds less than five meters apart. The woman's entire body was buried in the quilt, with her back to the man, while the man stared at the thin man with her back to him.
A woman has mixed emotions in her heart. He couldn't imagine how this thin woman had been living in the past two years.
How did she work, support herself, and live without having any contact with this society, or even a college diploma? She must have suffered a lot of tears! At this moment, his self-blame weighed him down.
Difficulty breathing.
She was getting thinner and thinner, with no flesh on her body. Her pointed face and watery black eyes were even more seductive. He had already made a plan. As long as she didn't agree to go back with him, he would
Stay here with her until one day she agrees to go back. If she doesn't agree for one day, he will stay here for one day. If she doesn't agree for one month, he will stay here for one month. If she doesn't agree for one year, he will stay here for one year. Then
What if she never agrees for the rest of her life?
Then he will stay here with her all his life. He thinks very clearly and is very determined that he cannot lose her again. So even if it is five years or ten years, even if it is a lifetime, a lifetime is so long, he has plenty of time to accompany her.
Spend it...
He has arranged for Abang and others to go back first. The company's affairs cannot be delayed. It is related to the jobs of thousands of employees. He cannot be so selfish that he is irresponsible. He believes in Abang's ability. With him in charge of the company, he does not need to
Don't worry, let alone be distracted, just stay here wholeheartedly, stay with her, and wait for her to change her mind.
In short, he will never let go of her hand no matter what, not even for a second...
Silence, silence as always, such a cold night, such a silent night, the atmosphere in the room is not warm, on the contrary, it is strangely quiet. The two of them are lying on the bed, but they don't seem to have any words, so they both agree not to speak.
In a word, I can't see clearly what each other is thinking, and I don't understand either.
Why do two people who are so close to each other seem to have a gap that will never be bridged between them? Is it possible that they are destined to have this silent ending? He is not willing to accept it, not at all.
Du Qiaochen knew that she was not asleep. Her occasional trembling body told how uneasy she was. At this moment, he desperately wanted to hug her in the past and hold her tightly in his arms.
No matter what the hurt, what self-esteem, go to hell with all those damn things! He just wanted to hold her back and gently tell her how much he missed her during her absence, and he didn't want anything else.
Never mind, because she is already so sad!
However, before he walked over, or even had time to get out of bed, he saw her turning around not far away, with her eyes facing the ceiling, lying on the bed in a daze, and said quietly: "Du Yuochen, let's talk.
Let's talk?" There was no emotion in her words, but in Du Jiaochen's ears, it was more like a death sentence for him.
He froze, and his body that was about to get out of bed froze in the air, "What are we talking about? Tell me? But I won't leave. My body is not healed yet. I am a patient. You can't bear to let me leave at this time."
What if I die on the way back?" He said plausibly, and when he finally said it, he felt like he was gritting his teeth, and his eyes were extremely sharp.
When did this man learn how to play rogue? His subordinates couldn't help but laugh when they heard it. A man who has always been known as a cold-blooded and domineering man actually acted like a rogue in a serious manner.
Xia Qingge was speechless. Before she could say anything, he had already firmly stated his position. This man's stubbornness could not be shaken by ordinary people. If he continued to speak, it would only end in vain and be useless. So, she turned around again.
Go, turn your back to him, stop talking, close your eyes, and don't even look at him.
He was left alone, panting heavily on the bed, as irritable as a lion, "Xia Qingge, I tell you, I will not go back, don't think about driving me away, just leave, I will
I have to take you with me." He said firmly like a declaration.
Then he angrily picked up the life next to him and covered himself from head to toe, like a child sulking alone! He deliberately slapped the wooden board under him loudly, as if to tell others that he now has
How angry!
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