"It's delicious. Very delicious. When I was little, I would pretend to be very uncomfortable if I was sick or had a stomachache. Whenever I did that, my mother would give me brown sugar water or a bowl of sweet porridge."
Talking about my childhood now seems like a lifetime ago.
Just this time.
Song Lingdang no longer felt sad. Instead, she tasted a little sweetness in these memories.
After hearing this, Qiao Anle showed a look of relief.
"Lingling, if you like, eat more. Xiaomi has more at home. I can cook it for you anytime you want."
"Um."
Song Lingdang nodded heavily.
After eating this bowl of millet porridge, Song Lingdang felt much better.
Qiao Anle seized the opportunity.
At this time, take out the Chinese medicine that had been stewed previously.
She explained, "Lingling, while you were sleeping, I asked a doctor to come over. The doctor gave me a prescription and said it could cure your illness. Shall we try it?"
Even though Song Lingdang behaved so normally at this time.
Qiao Anle was still afraid of irritating his sensitive heart.
I was very careful in what I said.
After all, many people with mental illness are unwilling to admit that they are sick.
but.
Under Qiao Anle's cautiousness, Song Lingdang also obeyed her orders.
"Okay. I'll listen to you and take the medicine."
Song Lingdang picked up the small bowl, which contained brown Chinese medicine juice and looked very bitter.
But she drank it all in small sips, without even wrinkling her nose, at a slow and steady pace.
There was no pause in between.
After Song Lingdang finished drinking the Chinese medicine, she put down the bowl and said to Qiao Anle.
"Anle, look, I've finished drinking."
He looked like a little kid seeking praise from his parents.
Well-behaved and sensible.
Moreover, Song Lingdang has an extremely pretty face, and it doesn't look out of place when she does these things.
Instead, it made Qiao Anle smile with the corners of her lips curled up.
perhaps……
The timid and cowardly Song Lingdang was never her true character.
In a warm and safe environment, she also has a naughty temperament.
Song Lingdang is really good like this.
Qiao Anle felt deeply comforted.
But after finishing their meal and taking their medicine, they returned to the small room at the side, but still had to mention the most important thing.
That's divorce.
It’s not that Qiao Anle is anxious, but she is afraid that if things are delayed for too long, changes will occur and it will become difficult to resolve.
Inside the cabin.
Qiao Anle and Song Lingdang sat together beside the small bed.
She looked serious.
She asked, "Lingling, a man like Lu Jianmin is not worthy of you following him for the rest of your life. Have you ever thought about divorce?"
divorce……
For women of this age, this is almost impossible to do.
So when Qiao Anle asked the question at first, he was still a little hesitant.
But she didn't expect it.
I heard an unexpected answer.
"I have thought about it! Of course I have!"
Beneath Song Lingdang's calm expression, there suddenly emerged intense emotional ups and downs.
She clenched her hands into fists, which trembled as she tightened them.
Choked.
"I want a divorce... I wanted a divorce from the beginning... He didn't agree! It was that man who didn't agree!" This chapter has been read (please click on the next chapter to continue reading!)
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