Leng Shao's third marriage ex-wife

Looking at Shang Zhuyi who was getting thinner, Ji Mujue felt very powerless for a moment, and didn't know how to comfort her.

Sitting on the bedside of Shang Zhuyi peeling the apple, he pretended to be careless and said: "Honey, after you recover your health, how about we go home and fight for [-] rounds?"

Shang Zhuyi's empty eyes finally had a trace of emotion. She turned her head to look at Jimujue, and that gaze full of disgust and hatred made Jimujue fall straight into the ice cellar.

She said, "Ji Mujue, do you think the same way after our first child was lost?"

Jimujue was taken aback for a moment, but he forgot that his first child was also miscarried because of him. He froze all over, and his hands were just frozen in the air.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Shang Zhuyi said again: "The first child was five months old, and the second child was three months old. I dreamed about them. I told them I was sorry. I begged them not to leave me, but they didn't Forgive me, it’s so heartless to leave..."

I killed my two children, and I will pay for them.

Jimujue listened quietly, but his heart hurt like a knife. Why didn't he feel sad?
This is his child, he and Shang Zhuyi's child is his flesh and blood, blood is thicker than water!

It's almost winter, and the sycamore trees in the hospital yard have begun to turn yellow, Shang Zhuyi suddenly said softly: "There is no time..."

Ji Mujue was terrified when he heard this, fearing that she would not be able to pass this test, hugged her thin and weak body, and murmured: "No, no, we will be together for a long, long time..."

It's hard to imagine that Shang Zhuyi actually suffered from depression, probably because the previous pain and the current pain were superimposed together, completely defeating her, like a bottomless abyss, pulling Shang Zhuyi all the time, and now, He succeeded.

On the full moon night when Shang Zhuyi committed suicide, the ground was stained with blood. She fell into the toilet with a pale complexion. After Jimujue knocked open the door, dazzling red flowers bloomed under Shang Zhuyi's body.

He trembled violently, as if he had lost his mind, and ran frantically to the operating room with Shang Zhuyi in his arms. The doctor put Shang Zhuyi on the ambulance and pushed it into the operating room.

Powerless and desperate, Jimujue slipped along the wall and sat on the ground. The light in the operating room was on, and his heart seemed to have fallen into a bottomless abyss. No matter how he comforted himself, he couldn't let him fall to the ground.

He began to regret himself at the beginning, he who had never cried for anyone, this time he cried helplessly like a child.

Ji Mujue couldn't imagine how to live without Shang Zhuyi in the future, this innocent, kind, and always considerate girl.

If he could have found out that Shang Zhuyi was pregnant earlier, if he could have settled the matter at hand earlier, if he could have spent more time with her, would everything have been different?

Mingming vowed to protect her and take care of her, but in the end he made her go through such a painful thing.

He always thought that Shang Zhuyi had let go of the past, but he never thought that she would never forget or let go.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and Jimujue sat on the ground blankly, his aloof appearance in front of others had long since disappeared.

Now he is just a father who has lost his child, and a husband who may lose his wife at any time.

Finally, the lights in the operating room went out, and the little nurse pushed the door out. Ji Mujue quickly got up from the ground, staggered to the little nurse, and asked, "Nurse, how is my wife? Is there anything wrong?!"

The little nurse took off her mask and said, "I'm out of the danger of getting sick. The amount of bleeding this time is too large, and she is too weak. I'm afraid she won't be able to recover in half a year."

The boulder hanging over Jimujue's heart finally fell to the ground. He was incoherent with excitement, and was about to rush into the operating room to visit Shang Zhuyi, but was stopped by the little nurse: "The patient will be transferred to the intensive care unit in a while. He has a lot of mood swings, so he is optimistic about her, otherwise, if he commits suicide once, even God will not be able to save him."

Ji Mujue nodded again and again, thanking God for returning his little wife to him.

Shang Zhuyi was transferred to the intensive care unit, and Ji Mujue sat beside her and looked at her lovingly, reaching out and gently stroking her thin cheek.

Shang Zhuyi slept for a day and a night before waking up, and the man basically didn't close his eyes, and kept staring at Shang Zhuyi to prevent her from waking up and doing radical things.

"Let me go." Shang Zhuyi looked at the man with a vicissitudes of face, sunken eyes, and stubble on his chin and said, "I beg you, let me go. It was my fault before. I love you. So I can bear it, but now I want to understand that love is equal, if one person loves another person a little more, then this love is not complete."

Ji Mujue held Shang Zhuyi's hand and said with a look of pity, "Zhuyi, give me another chance, okay?"

Shang Zhuyi sighed, but finally said nothing.

Half a month later, Shang Zhuyi was discharged from the hospital and returned to China with Jimujue. The winter in Italy is very cold. Jimujue put his coat on Shangzhuyi, like a child stealing an adult's clothes. Somewhat funny.

Ji Mujue took Shang Zhuyi's hand to get on the plane, and he refused to leave her all the time, for fear that Shang Zhuyi would disappear if he didn't pay attention.

Seeing such a childish Ji Mujue, Shang Zhuyi smiled lightly and said, "I won't leave."

I won't be leaving for a while.

Jimujue kissed her on the forehead and said, "It's still a long time before I get home. You should sleep for a while. I'll call you when I arrive."

Shang Zhuyi nodded slightly, and closed his eyes against Ji Mujue. The perfume on the man was very fresh. She sniffed it carefully, and there was no longer the faint scent of women's perfume.

The first snow fell in the country, and Ji Mujue carefully hugged Shang Zhuyi in his arms, fearing that she would catch the wind and cold again.

He asked his servant to build a fireplace at home in advance, and spread a new blanket on the floor, which was very comfortable to step on.

Before entering the door, Ji Mujue swept off the snowflakes from Shang Zhuyi's head and body, and said, "If we walk through the snow together like this, we can be considered whiteheads."

Shang Zhuyi nodded with a smile: "That's right."

The room was very warm, the soft and thick carpet and the warm fireplace warmed people's hearts. Shang Zhuyi was wearing a thin shirt and lying on the recliner in front of the fireplace.

The orange-red sparks burned the wood and crackled, and the snow gradually began to fall outside. The flowers and trees in the yard became only bare branches, waiting for the next spring to show their buds again.

The whole city was covered with heavy snow, very quiet, very quiet.