Marriage is long: Mr. Huo spoils his wife too much

His throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't speak.

"You can't divorce now..."

She lowered her head, not daring to look at the old man's expression, feeling mixed feelings in her heart.

That child can't just disappear in vain.

All the grievances she has suffered this year can't just be forgotten in vain.

The pulp of the fingers gently rubbed against the scar on the palm of the hand, and the feeling of bumps and ups and downs was extremely obvious.

If the heart could be touched, it would probably be the same as the palm of the hand, with new and old injuries superimposed, pitted, uneven...

The old man's crutches hit the ground heavily, "Persisted!"

Lu Qiao pursed her lips and didn't talk back to the old man.

From a certain point of view, what the old man said is indeed true, but she is obsessed with Huo Yan.

But the only difference is that before, because it was love, now it is hate.

Too extreme feelings made her unable to completely let go of Huo Yan, love was lingeringly in love, and hate was full of hatred.

Her personality, which is too clear about what she likes and hates, is at a disadvantage, and if she is a little careless, the consequences will be disastrous.

Love is life, hate is death.

But this is a natural thing that flows in her blood, and there is no way to erase it, so she can only suffer from it.

She looked at Mr. Lu, not knowing how to explain this to him, let alone bring up the pain in her heart.

I am used to licking my wounds alone, so I have no way to take off the disguise and expose the most vulnerable side to others, even the closest people.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry to disappoint you."

Mr. Lu was more than disappointed, but he was more worried about her.

After a long silence, the old man sighed faintly, "Huo Yan is not suitable for you. If you are together, there will be no results at all. You will regret it sooner or later."

She had already regretted it a long time ago, but standing on the edge of the cliff, she could no longer turn back.

"Ok, I know."

Lu Qiao's voice was low.

The old man hates iron but not steel, "Then why are you still so obsessed!"

"Grandpa, the most difficult thing to control in this world, apart from life and death, is emotion."

Including love, including hate, it doesn't mean that you can accept it if you accept it.

If everything can stop here, perhaps, all the tragedies that happened before might not happen.

Feelings are something that cannot be controlled.

If so, how could he have fallen into this situation?

It was as if there was a heavy snowfall in my heart, it was so cold, she was wearing thin clothes, walking in the heavy snow, she was very tired, very tired, and also very cold, she really wanted to stop and rest.

But no, she was afraid that she would freeze to death as soon as she stopped, so she couldn't stop, she could only keep going, eager to see an oasis that would allow her to stop.

However, she seems to be unable to reach her destination all the time, just walking like this, maybe the end of the journey ahead, it is an oasis where she can stop peacefully and spend the rest of her life peacefully.

But maybe she couldn't persist in that place, and could only die on the way, buried by the wind and snow, and disappeared from sight.

Maybe it will be forgotten, or maybe, after years, someone will find her and say, "Oh, look, I found a stupid woman who killed herself for someone who didn't deserve it. , she is really ridiculous."

Yes, she is ridiculous.

Lu Qiao laughed at himself silently.