"You have been mentally prepared to lose me after only thinking about it all night - if I only have this little weight in your heart, do you think I should beat you to death?"

I don’t know whether Sister Hu’s words are right or wrong. I don’t know if I should deceive her or confess to her. I don’t know if I didn’t deceive or confess just now. Are you afraid of losing her? I only know that now, I’m very afraid that I will lose her!

My mind is now filled with muddy water, covered with vortexes of all sizes, and I think a lot, but all my thinking has no direction and is in a mess. But I don’t want to make myself calm down a little, but instead I just want to think more and distract myself from thinking about something. As a result, I don’t know what I am thinking...

Since I was a child, I have never been as panicked as I am now. Duanmu Liushui said, I am the kind of person who can handle it with the falling sky. This is really a compliment to me. My feeling is that the sky is falling now. However, I am not even as good as an ant on a hot pan. I am more like an ostrich who longs to pierce his head into the soil and hand over all his thoughts to his butt. Of course, the butt doesn't think, so I hate my butt, but I hate my head even more because it cannot be as thoughtless as the butt...

I held my hope that I felt was slim and asked, "What about now? Will I lose you?"

Dong Xiaoye didn't answer, and my heart trembled like ice, cracked like ice, and his hands and feet were so cold that they almost lost consciousness, and spread to the whole body. I didn't know what took away my strength, but I knew that I was tilted on the bed like a paralyzed person and could slip under the bed at any time. But I couldn't move and didn't want to move. Dong Xiaoye, who was almost naked at the bathroom door, hugged his arms with both hands, looked at me with disappointment, and seemed to feel the same cold as me.

Yes, she is colder than me, it is me who makes her heart chill.

Look how ridiculous my problem is. It is even more ridiculous than what I want my butt to know how to think... I laughed, maybe I couldn't feel my expression at all. The fact that Dong Xiaoye was about to lose all the parts inside and outside of my body were frozen and dead, leaving only my heart beating, beating too fast, so painful. I felt that I was on the verge of suffocating and fainting, but I couldn't get rid of it. This felt like a punishment...

I haven't lost love, I just thought I've lost love, and now I understand. Whether it's Zi Yuan's farewell without saying goodbye, or the grief and anger after being deceived by Murphy, it can't be considered a broken heart. It's over before it even started, and it can't even be called a love relationship. If you haven't had it, how can you lose it? That's why I understand, understand the feeling of a true love...

Pain - This is the expressions often painted by the male and female protagonists on their faces, lines hanging in their mouths in love, and the negative characters who are frustrated in love always like to use this word as a righteous excuse for their love, jealousy, be stubborn, use any means, or even destroy human nature. It is either excuse for themselves or show their tragic nature. I used to be so disdainful, thinking that those stories are just the plot needs, without love and hatred, where does it come from? And the story is nothing more than a beautification of reality or a ugliness of reality. It is exaggerated to be out of reality, which is a veritable fantasy product... I know that love is painful, and I also know that some pain is unbearable, but love is never in this style

Within the field, as the saying goes, there is no grass in the world, why bother to love a flower alone? Without this tree, and the whole forest... I think that the person who became a virtue because of a broken heart only exists in the story. I didn't expect that it actually exists in reality. Instead, I thought that after breaking up, I should send blessings and then smiled and left a free and easy back, which was more like a fictional story. At least I knew that I was definitely not such a casual man. It turned out that the emotional scenes in the bloody drama were not completely nonsense, and the naiveness was not Chu Yuan who sat in front of the TV and burst into tears, but me who didn't even understand why she was moved. I thought I knew love very much, but I didn't know anything...

Pain means pain and pain, pain is feeling, bitterness is taste, and love is only the feeling, this feeling is left to those who are heartbroken.

I suddenly understood why Mrs. Duanmu did such a crazy thing that was not like her, and why did she run away in a panic? She never saw Mo Yiran again - she was a proud woman, and also a woman who cared about Mo Yiran. She didn't want to, nor did she want Mo Yiran to see that she was hurt by him. She married into the Duanmu family, which was not as light as she said, but just a momentary aura. She was in order to conceal the truth for the rest of her life and to take responsibility for the collapse of her love-breaking. This was for herself, and for Mo Yiran. She was afraid that she would not be able to bear the pain and would make Mo Yiran even more

He was embarrassed, blamed himself, and was even more afraid that Mo Yiran knew the truth of that day. He was not the Zheng Xuedong he loved the most, who was always strong and proud of forever... Maybe she lies, maybe she didn't notice it until today, she might have never hated her sister. Her neglect of Zheng Yuqiu was probably just unconsciously trying to highlight her care for Duanmu Liushui. The reason why she could tolerate any mistakes made by Duanmu Liushui was because all the mistakes made by Duanmu Liushui were not as good as the mistakes she made back then. Duanmu Liushui was unable to recognize her biological father because of her, so she wanted to make up for her debts to him with double care.

I finally understood that Mrs. Duanmu devoted all her energy to cultivating Duanmu Shuishu. Maybe it was not to make others think that her son was more promising than Wu Xueqing's daughter, nor did she think that one day in the future, so that he could replace Murphy and become Feng Chang's master. Murphy was indeed regarded as a ruler by Zheng Xuedong, but this ruler was not the difference between Duanmu Shuishu and it, but Mo Yiran's requirements for her children. In Zheng Xuedong's view, Murphy was like a passing line. She was worried that her son would fail and not reach the height his father expected, although she would not let Mo Yiran recognize Duanmu Shuishu at all...

In the final analysis, Mrs. Duanmu's ambivalence, full of self-blame and panic, originated from the pain of love that she could not bear that day.

I also had a similar impulse, like Mrs. Duanmu, pounced on and pushed Dong Xiaoye down. No matter what means I used, I wanted to keep her and prevent her from leaving me... But I couldn't do it, not because Dong Xiaoye's Kung Fu was better than me, but that Mrs. Duanmu's story had told me that the result of doing so would only extend the pain of the present to such a long life. The things I want to regret will only be more than now and cannot be compensated.

"That's right, haha, I still want you to stay by my side, and it's not a luxury. It's simply a dream and a delusion. I don't believe in heaven or God. Having you is the blessing you gave me, but I don't know how to cherish you and hurt you like this..."

Dong Xiaoye, who was standing at the bathroom door wearing only underwear, glared at me, his expression getting ugly, and finally couldn't help but interrupt, "How much repent do you have? I'll listen carefully."

Indeed, is it useful to say sorry? What's more, it's such a thing that knowingly wrong? I'm not annoyed or hated Sister Hu's sarcasm, but I can only be ashamed, "I either say these things I want to ask you for forgiveness, I'm just afraid that you will get angry. If you beat me, I'll be willing to beat me to death..."

"You want to, but I don't want to," Dong Xiaoye said: "Murdering is illegal. I am a policeman. I'm relieved. If you really beat you to death, will I not have to pay my life?"

"Then don't beat me to death, leave a breath, I just say I fell downstairs..." I had no intention of joking, I was very serious about helping Sister Hu vent my anger, but I thought this was too frivolous. My IQ was like an airdrop missile, falling straight down, and it had fallen from the horizontal line, and it was drilled into the mud under the sea...

"You are not curious, why am I so sure there is something really between you and Yuanyuan, rather than bluffing you?"

I think Sister Hu doesn't know how to vent her anger, so she suddenly changed the topic.
Chapter completed!