Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"Oh... don't think about it, maybe you are tired. Men are like this. If you get it, you are tired. You are unfeeling more unfeeling than anyone else. No matter how loving you were before, as long as he doesn't love it, the sweetness of the past is in his eyes. There is nothing in it."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Words do not believe.

She kept stupefyingly impossible!

It seems that by saying this, I can convince myself that this is impossible.

"Uh, so what??" Ding Baoyi was really surprised and defeated by her.

"It doesn't matter. Even if I get divorced, I will be innocent."

Yannian spoke quietly, turned around and looked at the neon shadow outside the window.

The shattered light circle fell on her hair like a long foot. She squinted her eyes slightly, her face was straightened, and she thought a little bit more in her heart.

Jiang Beiyuan.

It was you who was going to get married.

After ten years of walking, it was you who came back to pester me again.

It's not so easy to get a divorce now.

...

Choking, cold.

He is the only one in the huge house.

No words, no dogs, no laughter.

The dining table revolved around the scene of their meal.

She is always dishonest when she eats, she likes to dance with joy and dance to tell him interesting things that happened today.

The kitchen also has her shadow.

When he boiled herbs for her, she stood behind and watched. Only a small head was exposed. Two big round eyes turned and turned. When he looked back at her, her eyes met, she smiled and charged. He raised his paw and said, "My husband has worked hard."

The study also has her shadow.

She lay on his shoulders and pretended to massage his shoulders. In fact, she wanted to buy a new bag, or she wanted to go shopping.

And when she was tired of writing projects, she leaned on his lap, nestled in his arms, and fell asleep in a daze.

There were snacks piled on the coffee table in the living room. She was lying half there with her legs crossed, holding a box of biscuits in her hand, but after seeing him, she hurriedly stuffed the biscuits into the sofa.

There are also bedrooms.

On the big pink lace bed, there are wedding photos of her and him at the head of the bed.

A big wedding photo.

She said she likes the one that sits on an equal footing.

She was wearing a suit, and so did he, she and him stared at each other for ten thousand years.

She smiled and said that she wanted to make a tree with him.

Every corner of the house has her shadow, scurrying around like a ghost.

He was suffocating.

Just lying on the bed, with an arm resting on his eyes, his ears were deadly empty, ticking, the sound of clocks beating.

Soon, there was a patter of rain outside, and Jiang Beiyuan opened the curtain and looked over.

It's raining.

The dark night is like a huge dark web, with mixed rain and mist intertwined with the smell of dampness.

It's so late, she must have been picked up by Ding Baoyi.

He thought so.

When she was absent, his world was raining all together, and there was never a clear day.

miss her.

I want to hug her to sleep, I want to kiss her, I want to watch her act like a baby, and watch her roll in his arms.

But he was destined to be lonely in this life and regretted her for life.

Jiang Beiyuan closed his eyes in pain.

He picked up her pillow and hugged her tightly.

There is a remnant of her smell on it, a faint fragrance, and sweet.

This is the only consolation to accompany him in the future.

Sorry.

...

Dimly.

Can't tell the difference between day and night.

until--

"Boom, boom, boom", there was a knock on the door, which was terribly noisy.