After hearing this, Feng Hao's face became even more ugly. His wife had turned into a dead man's wife and still hated him all day long. Isn't this kind of thing too sad?
"The woman I'm looking for is you!" After he finished speaking, he stood up, looked at the burning bonfire, and said, "You don't have to worry about this now, you will know later. I don't want you to have a headache because of thinking, Lily, you have
No matter what the situation is, I will feel sad."
Delile raised her head and looked at his tall figure, her heart gradually softened.
When he said these words, not only did she feel it, but she also felt distressed at the same time.
But isn't there a woman who looks exactly like her?
Didn't her own appearance change to look like that woman's?
She is not that woman, she is not the woman Feng Hao is looking for!
"You have never met her. After you do, you will know that what I say is true. King," she still used to call him King instead of the name she had hated for many years. "I hate my appearance very much.
because……"
She stood up, got very close to him, raised her chin and looked at him and said, "Because I had plastic surgery and it was based on your wife's appearance, so I didn't like it very much, so I wore it all day."
Wearing a veil.”
Looking down at her face full of hatred, Feng Hao was about to reach out to hug her, but the gun was pressed against his waist: "I told you, don't try to get close to me. I'm not her... I'm not her, you understand.
?"
She almost growled the last sentence, and Arthur, who was looking for items over there, quickly turned around and looked here.
"Calm down, I..." Feng Hao raised his hand, "I won't touch you, believe me, I will always be your support!"
"Get out! Get out!" Delile shouted loudly, "Stop pestering me, do you hear me?"
She yelled loudly because there was a vague pain in her head. Once she got sick, she would sometimes be unable to control her emotions and become very irritable.
In fact, sometimes she not only hates her appearance, but also hates everything about herself.
Without Parker, she dared not trust anyone anymore. Without anyone to help her remember, she would gradually become an idiot.
An idiot who remembers nothing and has no memory.
One day, she will forget Parker, where she came from and where she is going.
The more she thought like this, the more she wanted to remember and recall, and her head hurt more and more.
"Lily, don't think about it, don't remember it..." Feng Hao noticed her physical discomfort, and while he complained that he had acted too hastily, his heart was broken.
He was never willing to let her cry and suffer. He hurt her and himself.
"Arthur, madam, do you have any medicine?" He saw a women's bag on the ground and hurriedly knelt down to look for it.
When Arthur ran over, Delile was already huddled on the pile of blankets in pain. She hugged her head, gritted her teeth and closed her eyes.
She knew that she couldn't resist the pain, and she didn't want Feng Hao to see herself in such an embarrassing state, but she couldn't control herself at all.
After a while, a painful whimper came from her mouth.
Feng Hao found the medicine, rushed over and held her in his arms, and asked hoarsely: "Tell me, is this the medicine?"
Her face was pale, and her delicate facial features were almost wrinkled, but she was still showing off: "You don't have to worry about it...let me go..."