Azhe's mother heard it, and the helplessness in her tone was really heartbreaking.
When Azhe's mother looked at Azhe like this, her heart ached like a knife. It really hurt.
"Is it wrong for Mom to do this? Is it really wrong? Isn't Mom doing it for your own good? Why can't you understand the helplessness and hard work of your parents? You always say that we don't understand you and don't understand you.
, I didn’t think about you, but have you ever thought about us two old men and old women?” Azhe’s mother thought that she had done so many things, but in the end she still had to be criticized by her son.
Let me ask you, which parent in the world would feel better.
I have done so many things for him and put so much thought into it, but in the end I still have to be blamed for not being understood.
However, it's just that their opinions don't agree, and there's nothing that can be done about it.
Communication issues?
Sometimes, what you think is good or right may not be what others think too.
"Mom, you are right. You are right, but is it wrong for me to pursue my own happiness? When I am looking for a wife, I just want to find someone I like and love. I love Xiaoyi, and I already love her.
It’s to the point where we can’t live without you. It’s not like you can’t live with me before. What kind of person was I before? What about now? Don’t you understand at all? Well, I don’t want to say more. I’m leaving.
It's over." After Azhe finished speaking, he ruthlessly shook off Azhe's mother's hand and left.
Azhe's mother didn't call Azhe back, she just looked at Azhe's leaving figure indifferently.
I stared blankly at Azhen's lonely figure after he left, feeling heartbroken in addition to feeling distressed.
After Azhe left, he didn't know where he was going, so he just drove around on the street.
And Azhe's mother was also thinking, did she really do something wrong?
I wholeheartedly wanted to do good for Ah Zhe, but Ah Zhe didn't seem to be well at all, and he even ended up like this.
That haggard look was something Azhe’s mother had never seen before, and it really made her heartache.
In this way, Xiaoyi remained silent, without any news.
Azhe had nowhere to go, so he returned to the company.
After get off work, Azhe didn't go anywhere else and returned home.
Because, Azhe believes that no place can compare with the warmth of home.
Although Xiaoyi is no longer here, this home is their home.
In the past, Xiaoyi had always existed.
It seems that the smell and taste of Xiaoyi's body are still lingering in this home.
That unique smell and taste is Azhe's favorite taste.
Azhe was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, as if Xiaoyi was beside him.
Ah Zhe always felt that Xiaoyi's petite figure would appear in front of his eyes, flickering.
"Xiaoyi, where are you...?" Azhe looked at the photo on the bedside and murmured helplessly.
Picking up the photo with trembling hands, she gently stroked Xiaoyi's gentle smiling face.
My heart feels so sore...
Immediately afterwards, Azhe hugged the photo taken with Xiaoyi tightly into his arms, very tightly.