Ling Aotian drove the car home, got out of the car, and came to the outside of Liu Xiaoya's room. He stood at the door and looked at the familiar door. He had not invited anyone else since the last nanny left. It had been here for a long time.
There was no cleaning, and there were actually some spider webs on the door lintel.
He stretched out his hand and wiped it lightly on the door. His fingers immediately turned black and the door was covered with dust.
Feeling sour, Ling Aotian took a broom to sweep away the cobwebs, then walked into the bathroom, brought a basin of water, and cleaned the door with a rag.
As he washed, his tears flowed out. He thought of the days when Liu Xiaoya was here, he always punished her and hurt her without reason; he thought of her being bullied by him first, and then by Gao Ruolan; he thought of her being bullied by Gao Ruolan.
Pan Fengmao grabbed her, bit her, pinched her, and poured wine on her wounds...
Thinking of all the sufferings, tortures, and pains she had suffered, all of which were caused by himself. He had made her so pitiful and miserable. Thinking of these, his heart felt like a knife cutting him, and he kept convulsing with pain!
He hated himself so much, and why he didn't realize that he loved her earlier. When he knew how important her position was in his heart, she had already left, and he could never let her back!
However, how reluctant he was to let her go, how much he wanted to take her back, take her back here, back to their former home, how much he wanted to start over with her, how much he wanted to turn this place into the real home in her heart!
But, she won't come back, she has left, and she doesn't want him anymore.
He has completely lost her!
Ling Aotian kept crying while washing the door. He finished washing the door in blurred tearful eyes, then opened the door and walked in.
He glanced around the room, looking at everything Liu Xiaoya left behind, then sat down on the edge of Liu Xiaoya's bed, picked up the pillow she had slept on, and imagined the fragrance of her hair.
While thinking about what happened in this room.
Thinking of how they once kissed and lingered here, and how they once fought and fought here. Thinking of her stubbornness, her silence, and her expressionless face, his heart ached again and again, and the tears in his eyes flowed silently.
Flow again!
That night, he didn't go upstairs, so he fell on Liu Xiaoya's bed. While thinking about this woman who made his heart hurt, he fell asleep in pain.
The next day, he slept all day, didn't eat anything, and drank a lot of water. His tears seemed to have dried up, and he could no longer shed tears!
In the days that followed, he often came to this room and slept on Liu Xiaoya's bed, constantly recalling Liu Xiaoya's days here, as if he could only be in this room and lie on this bed.
Only then can he recall her face more truly!
This afternoon, Ling Aotian was sitting on the sofa on the second floor in a daze. He was always in a daze now, with Liu Xiaoya's face spinning around in his head, unable to calm down and think about other things.
At this time, the doorbell rang, Ling Aotian did not move, but a few seconds later, he suddenly jumped up and rushed down quickly!
Opening the door and looking at the familiar car, Ling Aotian's face was filled with hope and was unabashedly replaced by a look of disappointment. He thought it was Liu Xiaoya coming, but it was Fang Shaoyun.
Fang Shaoyun noticed the change in his face, got out of the car and looked at his lonely face, shook his head, and asked sympathetically: "Are you home alone?"