C8

When Yue Zisi walked out, she thought of Tang Shimeng. His body was very clean, without the slightest hint of tobacco smell. Actually, she really didn't like men who smoked.

But when Zhou Linyue smoked, he looked very pretty. The smoke that lingered around him was like clouds in the sky. She looked at his face behind the smoke screen and felt a sense of safety.

Because this person was her husband, her life's reliance, even if she smoked, it was nothing. He gradually got used to smelling it and felt a little flustered that he couldn't smell it.

The morning breeze blew past her hair, Tang Shi Meng's clothes were very loose, the empty clothes gave her no sense of security, but she felt a slight chill in her heart.

Yue Zisi felt that it was a pity that he was such a man, he had a black aura around him, and although she thought that he was a person who wandered the borders of the night, he gave off an aura that could shake the heavens and overturn the earth.

Yue Zisi didn't know what would happen if he walked over like this. She suddenly wanted to immediately appear in front of Zhou Lin Yue.

The street lamps were extinguished one after another. More and more traffic started to appear on the street. Yue Zisi sat down on a chair and looked at his feet.

She kicked off her shoes, and when they touched a few blisters on her toes, she reached out and touched them. It hurt so much that even her skin fell off and yellow water came out.

She was in so much pain that she began to cry. Her wedding shoes could be changed again if they didn't fit her. In fact, they didn't fit her at all.

If you walk a lot, you will also break and hurt your feet.

Yue Zisi watched as the morning breeze caressed the trees on the roadside. She watched as a light mist drifted by and a bird flew across the sky. Everything was so beautiful.

But all this, she seemed to be wandering around. A voice in her heart told her, "Forgive me, but choose to forgive. From now on, you are still Zhou Lingyue's wife. Hello, everyone is good."

Another voice hooted with suspicion. A man was a scoundrel. If you forgive him once, he would have another chance. The next time he came, he might be even more righteous.

But what can you do if you don't forgive him? The same roof and the same roof, what can you do other than get angry? Forgive me, as long as you go back and say it well, there won't be a next time. Perhaps you will be just like the old days, you are the envious Mrs. Zhou, he is a handsome young master, you two are a match made in heaven …

If you forgive him once, there will be a second time. Are you thinking that there won't be a next time? Damn you, the habit of adultery is formed, he just wants you to forgive him, forgive him, and that becomes a habit, he won't even forgive him in the end.

What if he had to get a divorce?

Yue Zisi was shocked by her own thoughts.

Her feet stepped on the icy cold ground and she felt a cold sensation rising from the bottom of her feet. It slowly rose, bit by bit. It froze her legs, then it imprisoned her heart.

Was she really going to get a divorce?

Yue Zisi looked at the skyscrapers. There were thousands of people here, but who could give her an answer?

There was no one around, just an empty space in the background.

Yue Zisi stood up, barefooted, her shoes were worn out by her toes. She did not want to wear it herself, so rather than getting hurt even more by it, she might as well not wear it.

She must be extremely unkempt by now. Occasionally, those who had finished their morning practice would glance at her with extreme sympathy.

Right, after leaving Zhou Lin Yue, she was nothing. Because she was only an accessory to him, a useless woman.

Yue Zisi suddenly felt afraid, suddenly felt that she cared a lot. After leaving the Zhou Mansion, she had nothing left?

However, she still wanted to separate, because she really did have the courage to admit that she was a woman that had been abandoned. "If she was gone, then she wouldn't care. If she was hiding in an unknown corner, then no one would know that she had once made a name for herself …

Newspapers and magazines were being closely printed, and women were being ploughed to their heart's content in the corners of men's bars.