Ye Yisheng looked at the lights in the distance, with an inextricable melancholy between his brows. He wiped out the cigarette butt with his slender fingers. He walked into the hospital and walked to the third floor of the inpatient department.
That day, he came in a hurry and saw that the lights in the operating room were always on. His heart kept hanging. It was not until the lights went out that the big stone in his heart was put down. When he saw her being pushed out, Ye Yisheng left and started all over again.
In the end, no one knew that he had been standing on the corner, smoking for several hours. In the past few days, he could not help but drive over every night, but he did not appear in front of her.
Tonight, it was still the same. He came to the door of the ward and sat on the bench.
The difference was that the next second, the door was pushed open with a creak. Qingtian planned to go out and throw things away, but she didn't expect to see him at the door.
She stood there in a daze, while he looked sideways, their eyes intersecting.
Qingtian's heart still ached slightly. It would be a lie to say she wasn't sad. After all, she was the person she had loved with all her heart for so many years. How could she let go of him so easily? She lowered her eyes and avoided his burning gaze, fearing that she would
I cried when I failed to live up to expectations, fearing that all my strength would collapse...
She placed the garbage in the trash can at the door and was about to turn around and walk into the room as if she had never seen it before, but just as she turned around...
"sunny!"
His sonorous and powerful voice echoed in the empty corridor. Qingtian stopped but was unwilling to look at him.
Ye Yisheng came over. He stretched out his hand to hold her wrist, but his eyes stayed on the bandaged wound on her wrist. His hand stopped in mid-air, and then retracted. He moved his lips and spoke in a low voice.
,"let's talk."
Qingtian took a deep breath, turned around and summoned the courage to look at him, "What are you talking about? Do you want to tell me the difficult love story between you and my sister? I'm sorry, I'm not in the mood to listen, and I don't think I need to now.
I have explained my matter to you. Yes, I admit that I also have things that I am sorry for you. Therefore, we are evened out. I will divorce this marriage. You can just bring the divorce agreement when the time comes. Don’t worry.
I won’t pester you…”
She endured the pain and grievance in her heart and finished speaking in a hoarse and trembling voice. She held her chin up stubbornly, fearing that tears would fall down if she lowered her head.
ps: Thanks to Zhu Dabei 21. Xiangxiang Perfume for the red envelope,