Even though she was so afraid of pain, she could endure the heart-wrenching pain and walk for so long...
Passers-by were rushing around, the lights were dazzling, and it was a prosperous and prosperous time, but she felt sad and lonely in her heart.
Lu Haiyao went up the stairs with difficulty and tried to take out the key to open the door. After searching for a long time, she couldn't find the key.
Suddenly I thought that I had left in a hurry and forgot to take the key.
She let out a long sigh, thinking that she would not be able to enter tonight.
The lights in the corridor are sensor lights. If the corridor is quiet again, it will be dark.
She was sitting at the door in frustration and confusion. She didn't take her phone or keys, and she only had such a small amount of change on her. Where could she go?
I'm afraid I won't be able to stay in even a simple hotel.
Burying her face between her knees, she was completely hidden in the darkness, with only a little moonlight shining through, making her look even more sad.
At this time, only she would be so depressed, right?
Care took away everything, the smiling spring breeze was proud, Xu Yizhong got what he wanted, and his career was booming. Although Gu Siyin was in a car accident, Ou Junyan could be by her side, Weiwei was working hard at rehabilitation, and Zhang Wei was also
Even if I run there all day, I am not lonely...
Where will Gu Tingchuan be at this time?
With that woman?
Thinking of this, a feeling of soreness and pain filled my heart.
To him, she may be dispensable, or he just wants her to be like a puppet, a puppet that looks very much like Lee Yoona, and just stay by his side obediently.
Otherwise, she is nothing.
Sadly, she lives in the shadow of others every day.
Maybe she was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't notice the footsteps approaching.
Until the sensor light suddenly turned on, until she really felt a familiar breath nearby.
Looking up, he stood at the stairs and cast his eyes on her lonely and pitiful figure...
The lights went out again.
She couldn't see his expression or the look in his eyes clearly.
Even if Gu Tingchuan gritted his teeth and decided to ignore it, when he saw her walking out to buy medicine despite the pain, no matter how cold his heart was, it had already turned into a puddle of soft water.
After smoking several cigarettes downstairs, he didn't see the lights in her room come on, so he stepped up.
He stepped forward, and the sensor light sensed the movement around him and lit up again. He had arrived beside her and squatted on one knee in front of her, "Where's the key?"
"inside."
She responded and looked at him blankly. Her eyes were red and tears were shining, but she did not shed a single tear.
This look made him worried, and he really didn't dare to look directly into her eyes.
Sighing, he stretched out his hand to hold her cold hand, covering it in his big hand, "Liuliu, why are you doing this? Just stay by my side, and you don't have to suffer all this."
She smiled bitterly, and truly realized that with him by her side, she could indeed avoid these hardships.
But……
His smile showed sadness and his voice was hoarse, "Everyone pursues different things. I can't always live in the shadow of others."
She couldn't accept sharing his marriage with another woman...
He stared at her still stubborn statement, sighed in his heart, stopped continuing the topic, and said bitterly, "Go back and stay tonight, and we'll talk about it tomorrow."
With that said, he lifted her up from the ground.
"What kind of shabby house is this? It doesn't even have an elevator, and the sensor lights are broken. Are you not afraid?"
"Used to it."
She let him hold her, her expression was dull, her head was almost empty, she was very tired, so she didn't want to think too much about anything.
All the way down the stairs, the lights went off and on, which was very unsafe.
Fortunately, his steps were steady and the floor was not too high. Within a moment, he carried her out and let her sit in the car.
He got in the car, looked at her ankles, and didn't rush to drive, but asked her to lift her feet.
Sitting in the car was particularly inconvenient. Haiyao was unwilling to do so, but he insisted. He bent down and held her calf, lifted her legs up, and made her sit with her back against the car door.
Her calves rested on his legs, and his hands pressed on her ankles. She almost burst into tears from the pain.
She reflexively wanted to retract, but his big hand grasped her calf tightly, stopping her movement.
His gentle palms were as hot as fire, and he gently rubbed her ankle with his fingertips. He took the potion she bought and applied it on it. Applying it vigorously, a slight numbness spread all the way from the ankle. The sprain potion was originally
There was a burning feeling, coupled with the warmth of his palm, her heart numbed little by little.
But what followed was sadness.
She knew that by staying by his side, she would get all his care...
However, when she thought about him being with other women, she suddenly felt bitter and choked up.
For a moment, my eyes were red and tears were streaming down my face.
If she hadn't tried her best to hold it back and had a stubborn temper, she would have burst into tears of grievance.
"It's probably a twisted tendon. It will take a while to recover."
He looked at her and was surprised that tears were shining in her eyes. She stopped moving her hands and asked hurriedly, "Did I hurt you?"
Hai Yao shook her head and lowered her head, not wanting him to see her thoughts clearly.
But no matter how well she concealed it, he still saw it clearly. He felt his heart was choked. He pressed the corners of his lips tightly and rubbed them for her in silence. After a long time, he said, "I was sorry for you about that."
As soon as Lu Haiyao finished speaking, the sadness that had just subsided swept back again, her nose became sour and she almost shed tears.
His voice became choked, "Stop talking."
She retracted her legs, sat up, and looked out the car window, trying to look expressionless.
"Haiyao, I promise that was the last time! I was not sober at all that time..."
The more he explained, the more confused he became, "I got angry because I had a fight with you that day..."
After hearing this, she sneered and mocked, "So, it's my fault?"
ps: I know it’s hard for girls to wait for papers, so I should update more, but lately I’ve really been ecstatic about writing. I wonder if it’s fatigue. Sitting in front of the computer every day makes me tired of writing, and I can’t even write for several hours.
, I will sort out the status as soon as possible, sorry. First update.