Yang Taotao didn't reply, but just gently pulled back his hand.
Such intimate contact can no longer exist between him and her.
They are just divorced men and women, and they are not even friends.
Holding each other's hands ambiguously, either hypocritical and sympathetic or untidy.
No matter the former or the latter, she doesn't want it, she doesn't need it.
The waiter quickly brought the coffee and cake, said slowly and left.
Wu Dongqiang, who seemed a little embarrassed, lowered his head and pushed the cake: "I remember your favorite blueberry cake, try it."
"I'm not hungry." Yan Taotao pushed out the cake and coffee: "I'm much better now. You don't have to accompany me. If you are busy, you can leave first."
It was obvious that she was ordered to expel guests from the underground.
The little woman who was crying so helplessly outside just now questioned him one after another.
Even when she was divorced, she never asked him what he had blamed him, but because of her emotional collapse, she asked.
She asked, and the restlessness and attachment that had accumulated in Wu Dongqiang's heart was hooked up by her.
Looking at her, she opened her mouth with a silence and silence: "I'm sorry, I let you down."
Yang Taotao shook his head again: "No, you don't, just pretend I didn't say anything just now."
She kept her head down and didn't look at him, as if only in this way could she endure something.
"Taotao." Wu Dongqiang reached out to touch her right hand.
Yang Taotao put his hand under the table, held it tightly, forcing himself to cheer up and become tough.
They have divorced and they have nothing to do with each other.
You can't cry, you can't feel wronged, or at least you can't show weakness in front of him.
He is no longer your Yang Taotao’s husband, and all your sadness and sorrow have nothing to do with him.
What's the use of crying? What's the use of saying it?
"Taotao, I..."
"You go."
"Taotao..."
"I'll tell you to leave, you go."
Star Taotao growled, and her drooping face shed tears as big as beans.
Wu Dongqiang's heart was beaten hard again. He gritted his teeth and picked up his briefcase and coat.
After standing up, he looked at the little woman who was holding back her tears but still burst into tears uncontrollably.
His heart was like someone was scratching it with a knife, shaving out a bloody blur.
In fact, she and he both understood very well that nothing between them counted.
Since that's the case, why bother to get stuck?
If the stalemate continues like this, it will only make her who loves him even more uncomfortable.
Only when he no longer appears before her will her life be peaceful.
Didn’t you already understand?
If you can't give her the happiness she wants, let her find her happiness.
This is how he loves her.
Wu Dongqiang took a step and left her seat.
Yang Taotao never raised her head, put her hands on her knees, and tightly grabbed a corner of the tablecloth.
Those tears wet the tablecloth.
After Wu Dongqiang left the coffee shop, he stood by the street they had just stood, looking in the direction of the coffee shop.
Even though he couldn't see her, he still wanted to get closer to her.
It seems that this can give her strength and support silently.
Taotao, you must be happy.
After a while, when he turned around and left, he realized that he was pinching the ball of paper in his hand.
He remembered that the ball of paper fell from the Yan Taotao, and then he picked it up and wanted to return it to her.