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

The drizzle drifted quietly from the air, fine and dense

In front is a large hotel, which emits a few wisps of dim light.

The shadows of the two people were drawn long by the dim yellow street lamps, forming a beautiful silhouette on the road.

"Yan Yan..."

"What's up?"

Zhan Yan smiled, and the smile was softly reflected by the faint moonlight.

"What do you want me to do before you will forgive me?" Fu Beichen stared at her, his eyes faintly sending out sadness like night fog. "What do you want me to do before you come back to me?"

Zhan Yan raised his head in amazement and looked at him. In his eyes, she clearly saw that Fu Beichen's consistent coldness did not belong to him, but only tenderness. A familiar and reassuring body temperature gradually lingered into her breath.

"Mr. Fu, I don't think it's necessary to continue this problem between us, does it?" Zhan Yan glanced at his eyes, and his eyes recovered their clarity and indifference. "You have your fiancee and I have my fiance. Why are you so persistent?"

On the quiet path, the sky shed a drizzle, and their figures were reflected on the wet ground.

"Yan Yan, can you stop being so cold to me? Don't arm yourself as soon as you see me!"

Because of the rain, white fog rose around, dense and hazy.

Zhan Yan's fingers trembled slightly, and her dark eyelashes could not hang down, but her voice was still indifferent: "fully armed? I'm sorry, it's just an instinct, because I don't want to be hurt again, so I armed myself!"

With that, she was ready to turn and leave. The thin figure showed cold breath, but also sadness and loneliness.

However, Fu Beichen pulled her back into his arms, and his slender fingers slowly stroked her long hair like seaweed, gently and softly.

"Yan Yan, I know I hurt you deeply, but are you so cruel that you don't even give me a chance?"

The wet and transparent fog filled the rainy night. Fu Beichen's voice floated in the dark night, flowing lonely sadness.

“……”

Fu Beichen looked at her straightly, his eyes were burning, and there was a deep feeling like the sea in his dark eyes: "Yan Yan, you still love me! Because you are afraid of injury, you wrapped yourself tightly, but this does not reduce your love for me, but it is deeper!"

Zhan Yan's breathing is gentle and disordered.

Why can he easily pry into the softest part of his heart?

Why is he still so important to himself today? He can always make her heartache so easily.

But

Four years ago, when so many things happened, in that marriage, he exhausted all her enthusiasm bit by bit. It was he who killed the beauty who loved him. Doesn't he understand?

Those injuries are all true, all true.

How many times she dreamed back in the middle of the night, she heard their first child crying in the dream. This nightmare was a little better until Xiaole.

That day, in some cold sunshine, she tried to look at him more through the thick glass, hoping that he could change his mind, but in exchange for more despair

Perhaps, from that day on, her heart has gradually frozen up, the despair of the collapse of the whole world!