"Okay," Gong Ruxue had no choice but to agree, but the expression on her face turned cold when he didn't notice. In the hotel, she was still his mistress, but in his apartment, she mentioned her
The goal is closer, but now is not the time. She still needs time. Now that there is no woman between them, their relationship should be known to everyone. As a mistress, she has already become a mistress.
It's been long enough.
And how could she be satisfied with just being his mistress?
The two people turned around and walked into the largest five-star hotel. However, they did not notice that there was a person who kept staring at their backs. Only when he could no longer see them did he withdrew his quiet but miserable eyes.
It turns out that this is the difference between love and non-love. The corners of Xiang Qinglan's lips slowly rose up. Maybe she was just laughing at herself and her past self-righteousness. She thought that he had some feelings for her.
No matter it was in the past or now.
At that time, he probably liked her, so he married her. She thought that after two years of living and sleeping together, she was already a part of his life, just as he was her most important person.
Everything is as important as herself, even more important than herself. But now, she knows that it is not true. He has forgotten his love for her. He needs a wife, so she is. He has found himself.
love, so they divorced.
He had never smiled so tenderly at her before. He loved her very much and doted on her as if he were a child. However, that was only because she was his wife and there was no love.
When the marriage is lost, when the love is gone, then there will no longer be any intersection or relationship between the two of them.
Holding her chest, there was clear pain there, and the contraction of her heart still hurt. However, she could only bear it alone and bear everything.
They are still breathing the air of the same sky, but they have become people in two worlds. He has never entered her world. He is unwilling and disdainful, and there is no place for her in his world.
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Xiang Qinglan turned around, hugged her documents and left. The crowd was still busy, passing each other non-stop. This was another kind of passing by each other.
Her life is very simple. Every day she receives a lot of information for translation. Sometimes she is so busy that she doesn't even have time to eat. A bowl of instant noodles is sometimes her meal for the day.
This will make her forget a lot of things. Some things she dare not think about. Thinking about them will make her heartbroken one after another.
There is no possibility of recovery. The pain is really unbearable.
Therefore, it can only be used to forget.
Time is the best medicine. After that failed marriage, she still lost everything. She is now mute and unable to speak.
She can say it, but she can't say it.
It was raining heavily outside, and she was holding an umbrella. The rain kept hitting her umbrella, and sometimes it drifted to her face with the wind. There was almost no one on the street, and a car was going fast.
As we drove past, the only thing that shined through the headlights was a broken rain curtain, and the water droplets splashed by the wheels sprinkled a lot to the side.
Xiang Qinglan walked hard with her eyes narrowed. The rain would fall on her face from time to time, causing her some pain. However, she still carefully protected a stack of information in her arms. She wiped it with the back of her hand.
The rain fell on my face as I walked forward step by step.
Another car passed by, and the headlights flashed by. She saw a bulging figure in front of her, fell to the side, and hugged herself tightly.
She stood there, and in the darkness, she could only see a vague shadow, which seemed to be a person.
She ran over, and the rain under her feet quickly soaked through the uppers of her shoes. It wasn't until she ran closer that she realized that there was indeed a person there, a man. He hugged himself tightly, and the heavy rain had already made him
His clothes were soaked, and there was nothing on his hair except rainwater. A piece of clothes with an indiscernible color was wrapped around his body, and the knuckles of the fingers on his hands outside stood out with force. His skin color was different from his normal color.
of white.
Heavy rain hit him from time to time, and you could clearly see his trembling in the rain.