Chapter 3786

Zhuang Xiaoyu stared at Qin Wuyan in a daze. The husband whom he had been thinking about day and night was clearly close at hand, so he hugged her and gently wiped away her tears, but it gave her the feeling that he was far away in the world, talking a lot about her. I don't understand words.

When he was with her before, even if they didn't stay together, their hearts were always tied together.

Now they are hugging so tightly, but the two hearts seem to be born at the ends of the earth, and there is no tacit understanding from before.

Is he changed?

Or was his body and mind hurt too much, and his feelings for her faded?

Or, he couldn't forgive her cheating and marrying?

This is not what she wanted at the beginning.

Why did it become like this?

Zhuang Xiaoyu realized that something was wrong: from the beginning to the end, he never called her his wife, but always called her Miss.

That kind of unfamiliarity and estrangement, like a sharp knife, cut her heart in half, bloody.

If she could dig out her heart and put it in front of him, tell Qin Wuyan that she didn't betray him, didn't want to hurt him, didn't want to become like this, and let him trust her completely like before, that would be great!

No wonder the first time she begged him to take her away, he hesitated and hesitated. Perhaps from the very beginning, he had planned the worst ending.

It's just that the worst ending is not as tragic as the real ending.

But the second time, when he saw her not eating or drinking, he still agreed to her request and took her away from the priest's palace. He was more or less affectionate towards her.

Zhuang Xiaoyu had mixed feelings in her heart, she didn't know what to do.

Zhuang Xiaoyu's voice choked up: "Ayan, I'm the one who's sorry for you."

"You didn't apologize to me." Qin Wuyan gently brushed her hair stuck with tears behind her ears with her callused fingertips: "It's just that I failed myself."

Zhuang Xiaoyu: "Ayan..."

Thousands of words, but they seemed to be choked in the throat, unable to utter a single word.

The feeling of being stuck in the throat is like being cut by a blunt knife, and it hurts, just like Ling Chi.

Qin Wuyan wanted to push her away again: "I'm leaving, you should have a good rest."

Now that all the things that should be asked have been asked clearly, he will leave too.

Zhuang Xiaoyu refused to let him go: "Ayan, don't you want me? I'll go back to the priest's mansion tomorrow, and I'll ask my father and brother to promise me to be with you tomorrow. I don't want to be separated from you anymore."

Qin Wuyan: "..."

Qin Wuyan looked at the arms wrapped around her body, his cold heart was softened by her crying.

Qin Wuyan sighed imperceptibly: "Don't cry."

Zhuang Xiaoyu couldn't wait to cry, dragged his neck, and kissed his face: "Ayan, I love you, I am your wife, you are my husband..."

Qin Wuyan: "..."

Qin Wuyan already had feelings for her, otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to come to see her for two consecutive nights at the risk of being discovered by the guards of the Min family.

When Zhuang Xiaoyu's lips kissed his, the string of rationality in Qin Wuyan's mind suddenly broke, and he couldn't help but press Zhuang Xiaoyu on the bed......

The movement from next door was getting louder and louder, the bitter smell of medicine mixed with the bloody smell rising from his throat, gouging out Min Rui's heart.

He wanted to cough, but covered his lips tightly with a handkerchief.

With Zhuang Xiaoyu's melodious moaning and low crying in his ears, Min Rui walked to the desk, spread out the good rice paper under the bright moonlight outside the window, and began to grind the ink, the faint scent of ink in the study room It diffused, and the soreness and pain in his heart were suppressed by him...

Min Rui picked up his pen and started writing...