Qiu He inhaled and exhaled deeply, as if to calm his emotions.
In Qian Xiaojue's memory, she had never comforted anyone. Even if a child fell in front of her, she didn't know how to reach out to help her, so she could only sit there in a daze, and then looked at Qiu He.
Depressed alone.
Maybe he was depressed for a while, but Qiu He himself calmed down, so he wiped his face and stood up and said, "I'm going to wash my face. You can go to sleep first."
"Oh..." Qian Xiaojue really lay down and turned off the TV.
The sound of water rushing came from the bathroom, but Qian Xiaojue felt that Qiu He might be crying.
That woman who was so strong and powerful that she was impressed by herself seemed to be crying.
Half an hour later, Qian Xiaojue felt sleepy and Qiu He walked out of the bathroom.
After drying his hair and changing his clothes, Qiu He lay down on the other bed, sighed, stared at the ceiling and asked Qian Xiaojue: "Qian Xiaojue, does your husband love you?"
He Lianqing? Qian Xiaojue's sleepiness was suddenly driven away.
Qian Xiao had no idea how the topic got to her, but in order to comfort Qiu He, she also knew that she should not pick up the topic.
After hesitating for a moment, Qian Xiaojue said: "Maybe..."
Otherwise, why would he always yell to his family, "We are married in the military" to protect himself?
Although, she could never imagine what it would be like for him to go home for the first time and have a quarrel with his family over him.
"How long have you been married?"
"Three years..." Suddenly, three years have passed.
"Then you didn't marry him when you were twenty?"
Qiu He's tone sounded very surprised.
"Well. He said he had been waiting for a long time..." In fact, she seemed to have not forgotten everything he said.
Qiu He smiled: "That's great. Is your first time for him?"
Qian Xiaojue had never talked about this with anyone before, so she was quite thin-skinned and suddenly blushed up to her neck.
He muttered a hesitant 'hmm'.
On the night after the wedding in the chapel, they did not spend their wedding night. He left her in the apartment and disappeared.
Their first time was on the first day they moved into the villa. She was in unforgettable pain, and when she looked at the mark on the bed sheet the next day, she knew that he was the first man in her life.
Qiu He suddenly stopped talking, and Qian Xiaojue's mind was filled with the image of He Lianqing. His birthday was the day after tomorrow, and she had never celebrated his birthday before. How was he doing recently?
He rarely called her because of his work, so he would lose contact every time he went on a mission.
But she really wanted to say happy birthday to him the day after tomorrow.
"Qian Xiaojue, you are very happy and lucky. You met your husband so early. More importantly, you gave him your first time. He must cherish you very much." Qiu He suddenly said again
Speaking in the darkness, Qian Xiaojue woke up again, not understanding what she meant.
"I met my first love when I was eighteen years old, and we both studied at the same university, so naturally I became his, and I once thought that this man who took my first time away
He will live with me forever, will be my lover, will always love me, protect me, and hold me in the palm of his hand. But I am really too naive..."
"Our family's financial situation is very average. Apart from my appearance, I can't bring him any sense of pride or role. So he kicked me out the year after I graduated from college. I was completely different from a man whose family was rich but whose appearance was completely different.
It’s better to have a girl who doesn’t like me. That girl has an average figure, average appearance, and no temper, but she just likes my boyfriend’s appearance, so they are passionate about each other, but I hide in the corner alone and lick my wounds.”