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

"Beichen, don't be too confident. Some things are not completely under your control. There will always be accidents that we can't expect. Please think about what you want! Now the best way is to let go and give each other some space!"

"Let go? Yechen, you think I should let go, don't you?"

"Beichen, it's not that you can't let go, but that Zhan Yan's condition is becoming more and more serious. Looking at you will only make her uncomfortable and aggravate her condition. I talked to the doctor. She has some mental problems, mild depression!"

Leng Yichen left this sentence, turned and left. Looking at Leng Yichen's back, Fu Beichen's deep eyes flashed a trace of pain and despair.

"You think about what I said. You've made a mistake once. Don't make yourself wrong again!"

let go?

Fu Beichen's heart felt torn open by people. Word by word, he knocked his blood sparkling heart. Can he let go? Can he?

Can he?

When he came to the window, he looked at the exhibition face with a hanging bottle at the moment. It was so quiet. His pale cheeks were so transparent. His thin cheeks seemed to be as big as his palm. What qualifications did he have to face her flawed heart?

The slender fingers caressed her cheek and made his heart tremble. The cold meaning penetrated into his skin through his fingertips, cold to the bone.

In the quiet room, the warm sunshine came in, bringing a trace of warmth, but Fu Beichen's heart seemed to fall into a glacier and could not be redeemed. His deep eyes stared at the people on the hospital bed. Can he let go? Can you?

He asked himself again and again, can he let go?

She won't want to see herself when she wakes up again!

The unspeakable bitterness in my heart spread.

At this moment, everything in the world seemed to stop. He just sat there quietly until the sun rose and set. His actions never changed. He still sat there. In the quiet room, there was only a faint breath and complex eyes with faint light until the sunrise broke out the next day.

Zhan Yan opened his eyes and saw the gentle face of Suqian Mo, with endless worries.

Zhan Yan closed his eyes and let the trouble flow out, slide down the corners of his eyes and wet the pillow. At that moment, the world lost its light and shadow, only the pain through his heart.

"Zhan Yan, what if you lose him? You still have family and my friend, don't you? You don't have nothing, do you?" the gentle tone was a little angry and helpless.

"Family?" hearing these two words, Zhan Yan slowly opened his empty eyes and said, "yes, I have family, Grandpa, brother, Yao Yao and Mu Zhi. I don't have nothing!"

Sad words reveal endless despair and sadness.

"Well, you still have family!" Su Qianmo looked at her gently and said.

"I want to go back to the exhibition house. Can you take me back?" said Zhan Yan, who was about to get up, but his body had no strength.

Su Qianmo held Zhan Yan and said painfully; "Your body is so weak. It's worrying to go back. Take good care of your body!"