"I hate you very much, so go to hell," Gong Ruxue suddenly gritted her teeth and said, suddenly taking her hand and hitting her own face. Her hand was very strong, and she held it to Qinglan.
The hands are bigger.
Before Xiang Qinglan could understand anything, there was a snap and the right side of her face hurt. She didn't even move her eyelids, but just watched the man hugging Gong Ruxue from behind, while Gong Ruxue just hid in his
In his arms, he smiled sheepishly at her.
It turns out that this is what she said, let her die. But, covering her face, there were tears between her fingers that she did not want to fall easily. If that was her purpose, it would be better to let her really die.
It's just a slap, but it's still a long way from death.
"Xiang Qinglan, I have signed the divorce agreement. You'd better get away from me. I don't want to see you again." He looked at her coldly, as if she was a madman.
If he hadn't just come over, wouldn't she have slapped Ru Xue several times.
"Let's go," Su Zhetuo hugged Gong Ruxue's waist tightly and kept comforting her, but his hand on her waist seemed to hurt constantly.
A hand held the corner of his clothes. He turned around and saw a pair of eyes with sorrow.
He pursed his lips and said nothing.
"Tuo, I'm in pain." Gong Ruxue lay in his arms and clutched the clothes on his chest. Su Zhetuo narrowed his eyes coldly, remembering that slap, and stretched out his hand to pull away the clothes on his chest.
Qinglan's hand.
"We have nothing to do with each other anymore," he said ruthlessly as he threw away her hand, turned around again, and pursed his lips tighter.
Xiang Qinglan's hand stayed in mid-air, her lips moved, and there seemed to be no sound anymore.
The first time she pushed away, she lost her baby. This time, she lost her husband and her home.
She stared at their backs, slowly turned around, and walked towards her apartment that no longer belonged to her. After today, it would no longer be her home.
Her home is gone.
She opened the door and walked in. As soon as the door opened, an envelope fell out from the crack of the door. She bent down to pick it up and held it in her hand without looking at it again. The apartment was quiet, very quiet, and everything was still there.
They were all the same as they were two days ago, and there was still the black lace underwear on the ground, which made her heart feel as if she had been stabbed hard by a needle.
They didn't come back. Two days after she lost her baby, two days after she was unconscious, they didn't know where they were? Loving and lingering, she lowered her head, and she breathed softly. It seemed that apart from breathing,
Instinctively, she could do nothing.
She sat on the sofa, put the envelope in her hand on the table, opened it, her fingers trembled, and there was a divorce agreement inside. The man had signed it, with flying handwriting. At this time,
It hurt her eyes.
She picked up the pen in her hand and wanted to put it down several times, but in the end she was still reluctant to let go. What should she do if she was so reluctant to let go? She stood up and looked at the place where she had lived for two years, her home.
Is it still her home now? When she opened her room, she found a mess she was not familiar with. The quilts and pillows on the bed were scattered everywhere, but she just looked at it without any intention of tidying it up.
"So dirty," her lips moved but there was no sound.
After walking in, she took out her clothes from the cabinet. She didn't want to take anything with her except clothes. Everything here would not be hers in the future.
Walking back to the living room, she sat back on the sofa, picked up the pen again, and wrote her name on it. The trembling of her fingers made her handwriting very ugly, incomparable to the man's note. Put it down.
Pen, she looked at the ring on her finger. As her eyelashes flickered, a drop of water fell quickly, landing on her fingertips.
No matter how reluctant she is to let go, no amount of reluctance can get him to look back. He doesn't love her, not anymore. He took off the ring on his finger hard, and his finger was scratched very painfully, so he took it off.
There was a red mark on the ring between her fingers. In fact, she never told him that her wedding ring was too small. It would hurt to wear it on her hand, but she still wore it for two years.
Putting the ring on the table, she stood up, took one last look at the home that was no longer her home, picked up the box on the ground, and walked out.
She has no relatives, because she is just an orphan, so she does not need other people's comfort. Of course, there is no one to comfort her. She closes her eyes and the wind outside blows on her face from time to time, drying it quickly.
There were tears on her face. The divorce agreement said that this apartment would be hers. He was really generous. However, it was too dirty. She didn't want it anymore and couldn't afford it.
It takes courage to leave, but it also takes courage to just turn around. She walked very fast, and her heart was constantly being squeezed, and it hurt, but she couldn't care about it anymore. It hurts, it just hurts, it hurts more.
, will it not hurt anymore?
Putting down the suitcase in her hand, she sat on a chair by the roadside. The world was big, but where was her place? That night, she hugged herself and accompanied her only salute, and the street lights turned on.
One night, and she never fell asleep.
Struggling to hold her suitcase, she stood at the bottom of a building that could be said to be crumbling. It should be suitable for people to live here. Although it is a bit older, the room rate is very low, and it is the only place she can afford to live at this time.
.
The most important thing is that it is far, far away from the Su family's apartment.
She looked up at what seemed to be an extremely dilapidated house. This was the house she was looking for. Sure enough, the inside was no worse than the outside. It was the same old house, but a little older, but it was still habitable.
, no matter how old it is, it is better than dirty. She loves cleanliness very much, but she will not live in a dirty place at all.
She lived here alone, eating alone, sleeping alone, and crying alone. She had no relatives or friends, only a small box and a few clothes, which became all her belongings. Therefore, in this world,
It seemed like she was the only one. Back to the beginning, or to the end.