"I don't want to marry you anymore, not at all." Song Wanwan buried her little face in the soft blanket, her gentle tone revealing her firm attitude.
Rong Luchi looked at her with gloomy eyes, looking a little hurt.
He didn't respond, just kept looking at her.
Song Wanwan noticed his gaze.
With a bit of resentment and hurt.
Song Wanwan closed her eyes and pretended to be in a light sleep, for she was afraid that she would be too soft-hearted.
"Wife, can we not get divorced?" Rong Luchi stood up, half-knelt in front of her, holding her hands, his tone almost pleading.
At that moment, Song Wanwan felt his heart broken.
Tears kept flowing out of her tightly closed eyes.
"If you won't forgive me, then let me stay with you at a distance, okay? Even if I can just watch you, as long as we don't divorce, I'll do anything you ask."
Rong Luchi's tone was more humble than ever before.
Song Wanwan buried his face in the thin blanket and sobbed softly.
Rong Luchi never let go of her hand from beginning to end, and kept holding it tightly, fearing that if he let go, he would be pushed away.
"Wife, please don't divorce me."
Seeing that she ignored him, Rong Luchi repeated it again.
Every word of the low plea made Song Wanwan's heart bleed.
She didn't dare to make a sound and just kept crying.
"Absolutely..." Rong Luchi gently stroked her little hand, kissing it from time to time, and touching it from time to time.
Treat it like a treasure and can't let it go.
Song Wanwan felt warm tears dripping down the back of his hand.
A wave of shock surged again in her painful heart.
But she didn't dare face him, answer him, or respond to him.
"Let me think about it."
Finally, Song Wanwan replied with a sob.
"Okay." Rong Luchi's melancholy handsome face curled up into a gentle smile.
He knew that his lover would never be so cruel to him.
"I'll go cook for you first, what do you want to eat?"
"I want to eat chili scrambled eggs."
"Be good, you can't eat spicy food now." Rong Luchi gently stroked the back of her hand.
"But I only want spicy food."
Seeing that he didn't give himself any food.
Song Wanwan suddenly rebelled, looking like he wanted to eat spicy food.
Those red and swollen eyes from crying looked like a rabbit, mottled with tears, and looked heartbreaking.
Rong Luchi sighed and took a tissue to wipe his tears: "Then I'll make some, you can try a few bites, and then make you some millet porridge. You haven't eaten much recently, so you need something to warm your stomach."
"Yeah." Song Wanwan nodded and did not refuse him.
When Rong Luchi went to the kitchen, Song Wanwan was still curled up on the sofa, watching him busy in the kitchen.
Reach out and place your hand gently on your abdomen.
After the miscarriage, her health improved.
It was like a period and it was gone in a few days.
Unfortunately, that was her and his child.
If the children were still alive, they should be able to support them to continue.
Unfortunately, there are no ifs in this world...
When Song Wanwan thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a soreness in his eyes.
I lowered my head and curled up in the corner of the sofa like a kitten, looking for a sense of belonging and security.
Rong Luchi was in the kitchen, and would look back at her from time to time.
Seeing her shoulders shaking, I knew she was crying again.
My mood also hit rock bottom.
The home that was once full of warmth and love no longer has that warm feeling.
"Wife, do you want to put meat in the chili scrambled eggs?" Rong Luchi looked back at the little person on the sofa in a relaxed tone.
"No, I don't want to eat meat, I only want vegetarian food."
Hearing the word meat makes me feel uncomfortable in my stomach.
I don't know if it was because the car accident was too bloody, or because she had just had a miscarriage and the morning sickness hadn't subsided yet.
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