Just relying on his momentary pleasure, momentary lust, momentary ravage and torture... For a man, it is nothing more than getting rid of some unwanted excess substances in the body. What can he lose?
He can only enjoy it for a few minutes, but it can be a lifetime of torture for a woman.
If you can't torture him yourself, how about torturing the bones and blood that fell from your body?
Pregnancy in ten months, hard work in raising a baby, sacrifice of energy and material resources... What does this have to do with that enemy?
From the moment the child was born, I understood that this was mine and could only belong to me.
He is my only blood relative in this world, the only comfort in my lonely years, and the spiritual support that brings me the only joy... Day by day, the child grows up, can sing, dance, and comfort people, and even more brings
Unlimited joy…
I love her so much, how could I be willing to hurt her?
How could I hurt my loved ones to punish my past enemies?
If you torture her, you are torturing yourself again - in life, how can you punish your enemy by torturing yourself?
Gu Long invented a woman like "Bai Feifei"'s mother, but in fact he didn't understand women at all.
Originally, I had made up my mind that I would never let him know about this in this life - I would never allow him to plunder and take advantage! We will never see each other again in this life!!!
But what a terrible fate.
At this moment, the child is still nestled in his arms, with warmth coming from his body, breathing in unison, and heartbeat continuing... If I don't meet that person again, Xiaobai, even if I devote all my energy in the rest of my life to loving and taking care of you.
So what if you work ten times or a hundred times harder?
Perhaps the child had never heard such heavy words before, and he realized that he had to lose something. He was uneasy and frightened. The little person actually no longer rushed to ask questions, but just held her hand tightly.
It seemed as if Sister Mai was gone as soon as I let go.
Knowing a daughter is like a mother, Qiao Maimai's heart is like a knife.
She understood that since the child fell ill during the Chinese New Year, she was frightened by the time when she had not been able to see her, so she cooed and acted coquettishly every day, for fear that she would disappear in the blink of an eye.
Xiaobai, how can I bear to leave you?
But, how can I not leave you?
I have no place in this city anymore.
She stared at the child's apple-like bright face for a long time, "Xiaobai, remember, I didn't give birth to you because I loved you!!! It was because of hatred, because I wanted revenge, because I was afraid that I would never be able to give birth to you again.
The child...that's why I gave birth to you..."
I do it entirely because of myself! My selfishness!!!
"Other parents think that giving birth to and raising children is a great kindness, but I am different. Xiaobai, you will gradually understand when you grow up. You don't need to thank me, and you don't need to miss me... because,
I never asked for your opinion or your consent... Even though it cost me a lot to raise you and put in countless efforts, you also brought me joy and stayed with me all these years.
Equally...you should never feel uneasy or anything with me..."
How could the child understand these words? The uneasiness on his little face was even more obvious. His long eyelashes stopped trembling, and his big eyes stared at Sister Mai for a moment, as if he was slowly realizing that something was wrong... Mai