When Gu Youran was seventeen, she met Han Jingchen and fell in love at first sight. She knew him for eight years and loved him for eight years.
Han Jingchen had a car accident and was confine...
"At that time, I wasn't even the head of the Shi family yet. I had just experienced the pain of losing my wife. My ex-wife's death made me depressed for a long time, and my life fell into a gloom."
"I have an adopted daughter by my side, and I'm exhausted. I thought love was out of my reach, but I fell in love with you at first sight."
"I'm ten years older than you. People say there's a generation gap between us and that I'm not worthy of you. But I know I can't live without you."
"After going through so much trouble, I finally got you and brought you home as my wife."
When he mentioned the past, a hint of sweetness flashed in his eyes, as if he had returned to those days when they supported each other.
"After marriage, our life is full of warmth, and the birth of Heng'er has made this family complete."
"I thought I could live happily like this forever, but who would have thought..."
The sound stopped abruptly.
The grief and anger in his eyes were like a surging tide.
The image of the illegitimate child involuntarily emerged in my mind.
Also, the look of despair in the wife's eyes when she saw the mother and child.
It was like a hideous scar that was torn open.
Blood was everywhere.
What made him even more heartbroken was that after his wife left, the poison on her face spread and disfigured her.
The news was like a sharp knife, piercing his heart.
The pain nearly suffocated him.
"Nian Wan, you suffered so much, but I couldn't be by your side to protect you..."
Shi Zhengyang's eyes were sore and tears were welling up in his eyes.
It is said that men don't shed tears easily, but they do when they are heartbroken.
He is indeed like this at this moment.
Restraining his inner grief, he put down the photo and walked into the bathroom with heavy steps.
The hot water poured over his body, but it couldn't dispel the chill in his heart.
He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, letting the water droplets slide down his cheeks.
My thoughts became increasingly confused, as if I were being dragged into an abyss of pain, unable to escape.
After taking a shower, he walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
There was no time to react.
A ball of warmth suddenly hugged him tightly from behind.