The sky was gray, Luo Jiawei sat quietly on the sofa, smoking one cigarette after another, and a smoke filled the room.
The ashtray was already full of cigarette butts. He lowered his head in despair. His eyes were bloodshot from staying up late. He came back from the hospital.
He hadn't slept at all and kept smoking like this. He thought she would come back today.
Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside the door. He immediately stood up and rushed to the door.
When he opened the door, he saw that it was his subordinate Ah Wei who looked at him in a panic.
Luo Jiawei originally opened the door with a surprise, but what he saw was Ah Wei's face. His hopeful heart suddenly sank.
He waved his hand to signal Ah Wei to leave. Then he sadly returned to the sofa. He lowered his head and continued to smoke. He thought a miracle had happened.
But she found that this was just her extravagant wish. She should be lying in Xiaohan's arms now, so sweet. How could she think of him.
He suddenly burst into laughter, and his eyes became moist when he laughed. No matter what he did, he was just a loser in love.
He thought he would steal Xiao Han's woman, but found that he was the one who suffered in the end.
Why can't he pretend to know nothing and take Xiaorou away? Why should he save Xiaohan.
To save the love rival that he had always hated. His half-brother.
When Xiaohan fell in a pool of blood, he found that he couldn't harden his heart at all, because he was always his brother.
They have the same blood in their bodies. They are brothers. Why would he leave his woman with Xiao Han?
Why did he give up his happiness and put himself on the edge of pain again?
He could have left here with Xiaorou, and they would have gone to the United States together to live a happy life, but he couldn't do that.
He couldn't do it. He couldn't bear to see Xiaorou's face that was so sad because of pain. He didn't want her to be unhappy for the rest of her life.
He just wants to give his beloved woman a lifetime of happiness.
Rather, he would rather let himself endure the painful torture. He could only watch Xiaorou stay next to another man.
But he could only watch from a distance.
There was a sudden violent storm outside the door. He suddenly walked to Zeng Xiaorou's room like crazy. She was afraid of thunder.
Ever since he thought his memory of the past had been washed away, he had been afraid of thunder. He would always walk to her room in the middle of the night,
See if she has any nightmares.
When she reached the door of the room, there was a sudden sound. At this time, she should be lying next to Xiaohan.
She has Xiaohan protecting her. She doesn’t need him at all.,,
He stood stiffly at the door. His hand that was about to knock on the door stopped in mid-air.
How he wished it would be better if Xiaorou was still in the room at this time.
Maybe she would appear in front of him in the next second, looking at him and smiling sweetly.
She took his hand and said, can we go to the United States together?
That was an illusion. He reminded himself. But he couldn't help but open the door. The room was dark. He walked in slowly.
Through the weak light, the layout of the room was vaguely visible. It was the same as before. He had not moved at all.
Maybe subconsciously he hoped that Xiaorou would come back.
She will come back. He has been comforting himself in his heart like this, she will not abandon him. His Xiaorou is his Xiaorou.