Marital shenanigans: ex-wife, don't come back

Listening to Zhan Yan's words, Fu Beichen was ecstatic. This was the first time Zhan Yan talked to him for so long, but then her words made him almost spit blood. "Without love, how can there be hatred! So I won't feel any feeling about your kiss. No matter what you do, my body is cold, because my heart is already cold!"

Zhan Yan's gentle eyes tell about the past. The intoxicating eyes seem to see the boy she met at a glance on the exhibitor's lawn. With such good-looking eyebrows and eyes, she smiles more brightly than all the sunshine in the world.

At that time, he said, his name is Fu Beichen.

She said her name was Zhan Yan.

Later, they went to school together. When they went to play, she thought that she was destined to be his wife.

But unexpectedly, it turned out to be such an end. She couldn't help sighing.

Fu Beichen looked dark. A trace of pain flashed in his eyes, like an invisible dagger to gouge out his heart. Without love, how can there be hatred? She wanted to completely forget him from her heart. No, no... Why can't he breathe at the moment.

He's going to lose her, isn't he?

In the light and soft eyes, it was as dark as a millennium dry well. I couldn't see the side of my eyes.

"Yan Yan, I won't give you such a chance. You are mine. You can only love me and breathe in my arms!" Fu Beichen's hoarse voice, his throat like swallowing sand, and his face roared with iron blue.

"But I have lost the ability to love. What should I do?" Zhan Yan stood in front of Fu Beichen and looked up at Fu Beichen. His pale cheeks were transparent and ethereal, and his voice was soft and intoxicating. There were only two of them in such a large room, but the atmosphere was suffocating.

Zhan Yan's mouth began to smile, "do you know what people are most sad about? It's not birth, old age and death, but the loss of innate ability, that is to love and be loved. Unfortunately, I'm a member of this sad crowd!"

After talking, Zhan Yan turned and was ready to go out.

The moment she turned around, Fu Beichen's heart was full of time and space. A corner of her heart seemed to be torn by some ruthless entanglement, tangled in a row.

"Yan Yan, where are you going?" Fu Beichen's long arm pulled Zhan Yan.

Zhan Yan looked at his arm pulled by Fu Beichen, turned back and said indifferently, "if you want to sleep here, you can sleep. I'll go to the guest room to sleep!"

"Zhan Yan, who are you torturing?!" Fu Beichen heard that a bloody violence appeared in the dark fundus of his eyes, like a Datura blooming in the night, charming and trembling.

But such violence did not frighten Zhan Yan. She raised her hand slightly, brushed away the hand he put on his hand, and said softly. Her voice was as gentle as the wind, as if it would disappear at any time.

"Tomorrow I will go to the hospital to accompany Grandpa, so the person who looks annoying to you will soon disappear in your sight!"

"Will you come back?" Fu Beichen never asked anyone in such a low voice.

"Maybe," Zhan Yan smiled, a little bleak, "but it won't be because of you, but for Dad!"

After that, she stepped out. Fu Beichen closed his eyes slightly. He didn't know what it was like. Then he came forward and held Zhan Yan. "You sleep in the room. The guest room is a little cold. You're afraid of cold!"