Fu Yanye played with her hand with the ring and agreed softly.
"I miss you a little."
That sound, softly.
Fu Yanye's deep eyes froze.
Zhuo Jian suddenly looked up at him, his eyes extremely gentle.
Is she drunk?
She is drunk.
But I'm not drunk.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and looked at her. Seeing that there was something crystal clear in her so gentle eyes, he wanted to speak, but his mouth was blocked by one of her fingers.
"Don't talk, just listen to me."
Zhuo Jian said.
The carriage became quiet, except for the breathing and heartbeats of the two people.
"I don't feel safe because I don't know if you love me or not. Sometimes I feel that you love me very much, but sometimes I think it's just me being sentimental."
She lowered her eyes to look at his heart, and then gently pressed her face against it.
Fu Yanye was silent, waiting for her to continue.
"But I miss you because I want you to love me and spend my life with me, because I really love you."
She spoke in a soft and waxy voice, unhurriedly.
She said she loved him, loved him very much.
Fu Yanye's hand gently hugged her, but still did not speak.
"Sometimes I'm so tortured by you that I go crazy and want to divorce you, but I don't really want to at all."
In her mind, the images of them getting divorced suddenly appeared, and she thought of his cold eyes, and when tears fell, she turned her face and buried herself in his arms.
"You have known that I like you since you were a child. You can refuse me, but you never refuse outright. In fact, it is all your fault that we have ended up in the situation we are in today."
Zhuo Jian wiped his tears with his shirt, and then looked at him complainingly.
Fu Yanye thought, it was indeed her fault.
How could he be willing to make her so sad?
"If you simply let me give up, I won't have any hope anymore. Every time you help me carry my shoes, wipe my face, and tie my skirt, that is hope for me."
"Zhuo Jian."
He called her softly.
"Do you know how sad I was when you announced that you were dating Sister Ruxiang? I locked myself in the room and cried until my eyes hurt for many days. I didn't dare to see you for a long time because I was afraid that I would be embarrassed when I saw you.
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Her tears just flowed down silently.
"But you still agreed to marry me after my father's accident, so I started fantasizing and guessing again."
"At that time, we were tied together for the sake of our son. After you were in danger on a business trip, I only thought of one thing. Everything before can be regarded as a dream. I want you to come back to me, and I want to untie you.
Knot."
But you have lost your memory.
Everything seems to be back to square one.
There are so many uncertain factors again.
Zhuo Jian looked at him, raised her hands to hold his face, climbed up on his lap, pressed her forehead against his, cried until she asked him in a low and hoarse voice: "If the old person comes back, will you still want me?"
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"fool."
Fu Yanye held her face and gently kissed away her tears.
fool?
The fool suddenly bit his thin lip.
Fu Yanye frowned in pain, but did not groan.
Zhuo Jian finished biting and sucked gently.
"Does it hurt?"
"..."
Fu Yanye has no temper at all. Is she acting like a drunkard?
Zhuo Jian Elf's eyes were still covered with a layer of mist. She looked at him and whispered: "You used to like to do this."
"How to do it? Is this like this?"
Fu Yanye held her small waist and kissed her lips...