When he calmed down, she became uneasy, and vice versa! The two seemed to have a natural aura of confrontation, fearing that they would compromise first!
He leaned against the door and felt comfortable and calm. He didn't know why, as long as he sat like this and thought that she was by his side, his mind would be very calm.
"Those days, alas, I was drunk every day. As long as I didn't drink, I would think of that child. Its face was purple..." His voice was very low, but she screamed, "I don't want to listen..."
Both of them are avoiding it, but can it be avoided?
Both of them were worried, so it would be better to take it out and tear it apart under the moonlight!
How can the wound be healed if it does not tear, the pus and blood inside are not removed, and it is covered and hidden all the time?
He was like a war, suddenly so decisive!
However, he had to worry about her painful voice.
"Little thing, I really regret it. I shouldn't scare you, let alone leave you. If it weren't for this, that child wouldn't have died... At that time, I was so sad that I held its cold body...
In my life, I have never been so sad about anything…”
Holding a dead body with his own hands - the dead body that he killed and his own son. Such a mood is simply indescribable. People who have never experienced it will never understand it. On many nights, he often has nightmares.
It's because of the child in the dream.
The once hot expectation has brought such a terrible curtain call.
He never thought and could not mention these words in front of anyone. Even in front of her - if it were not for such a night and such an environment, he would not be able to say it. At this moment, he forgot his identity, just like a
To an ordinary couple, it is like an ordinary husband, telling the hidden pain deep in his heart in front of his wife. If he doesn't say it at this time, maybe it's dawn and he can't say it at all.
No matter how close a person is, some words can never be said in his lifetime.