Xia jingnian a walk, the room finally slowly leisurely quiet down.
The bright moonlight spread on the bed like silk and satin, making the room clean and spotless.
All the filth just now seems to have been washed clean by the moonlight. Nothing has happened.
Tang Qing opens his hands and looks at the obvious grip mark between his wrists by the clear moon. Gong Heng doesn't exert any force, just makes her unable to break free, but also pinches out the red mark on her fragile skin.
She slowly raised her hand and gently rubbed the red trace with her fingers. The red trace became more and more clear under the touch of her fingertips. She looked at it for a while and slowly put down her hand.
Her fate is like this ring of fingerprints, easily controlled in the hands of others, whenever she tried her best to resist, not only can not break free from the shackles, but will hurt themselves.
If she had been more sensible, she might have long been reconciled to such a fate, and no longer struggle with wishful thinking. On the contrary, she might be more comfortable than she is now, but she is the one who is not sensible. She is just not quite reconciled, why other people can live a healthy, healthy and safe life, but she had to drift from childhood, and now she has to be involuntarily.
Heart is higher than heaven, life is thinner than paper.
No matter how she struggled, the fate that was destined to impose on her pushed her to a more difficult road, not by her will.
She slowly clenched her fingers, closed her eyes and raised her head. She took a deep breath under the cold moon. It was like a circle of ice like breath in her internal organs. It seemed that her whole body was also frozen down. She opened her eyes and looked at the mess on her body. She climbed down from the bed, slowly climbed onto the wheelchair and turned the wheel The chair came into the bathroom.
In the bathroom, she washed her baby carefully, disinfected the place that Gong Heng had kissed with bath gel, and then she turned on the faucet of flower shower and came out of the bathroom wrapped in bathrobe until she was red.
After taking a bath, a few faint lights have emerged on the sea surface. The sun seems to drill out from the sea bottom, making the dark sea level transparent.
It was almost dawn.
She sat on the edge of the bed holding her legs and watching the sun come out of the sea bit by bit. She felt in a trance that she had seen such a scene a long time ago. After a long time, she remembered that it was not a long time ago. It was Xiao Fengting who took her to the undersea hotel a year ago.
It seems that a lot of things happened that night. She can't remember clearly, but she still remembers the beautiful sunshine that morning.
In this lifetime, if you can leave a little beautiful memory, it is also a blessing.
She felt that she had few happy memories in her life. Now when she calmed down, she could even think of a few. It was not really a waste of her life.
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Gong Heng's skin is very thick, so even though he was nearly opened a hole in his head by Tang Qing's vase when he was wiping the oil last night, he still appeared in front of Tang Qing and swayed in front of her in a daze the next day.
In the dining room, Tang Qing bowed his head and ate breakfast as usual. Gong Heng's food was always exquisite and varied. As long as Gong Heng liked to eat, the chef would make it for him to choose from. It was as rich as a buffet.