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

Lu Qiao was smiling, but there was a shocking hatred in his eyes.

Huo Yan suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was the bottle of drip.

There were lively voices outside the tent, and he turned his head to see Lu Qiao.

The real Lu Qiao, there is no blood on his face, the real Lu Qiao sitting there.

Unable to restrain himself, Huo Yan suddenly sat up and hugged her.

"Huo Yan, what are you doing?"

Lu Qiao was so frightened that he almost lost his voice, and almost stabbed the scissors in his hand for cutting gauze.

Huo Yan hugged her tightly, the real temperature in his arms made him completely relaxed, and he murmured, "That's great."

There was no accident that time, it was great to catch you successfully.

It's good that you're still alive.

"Huo Yan, why are you crazy? Get up!"

Lu Qiao pushed Huo Yan, and the man was as steady as a rock, motionless.

"Don't move, let me hold you for a while, just for a while."

After waking up from the nightmare, he was still in shock. He could only feel a little real if he hugged Lu Qiao like this now.

Lu Qiao suddenly didn't know what to do with the fragility that had never been shown in front of her, and she froze there.

Smelling the smell of her body, the very faint smell of rose water, mixed with the smell of some disinfectant, and a faint smell of blood, it's a bit strange, but somehow it made Huo Yan feel at ease.

Lu Qiao's heart was beating fast, she stared at the top of the tent in a daze, the hanging lamp gave out a halo, rationality told her that she should push him away in time, but her body seemed to be frozen, how could she not Can't do it.

Her head was empty, she didn't know what to think, his heavy breathing was in her ears, so clear.

After a while, Huo Yan let her go automatically.

Lu Qiao held the small scissors, and his movements were unnatural.

Quiet and a little awkward.

Huo Yan rubbed his forehead with his hand, there was a dim light in his eyes.

After a while, he broke the calm by speaking, "Lu Qiao, I'm sorry."

A long overdue apology.

It wasn't just because of a single thought at that time that she chose Wen Ran, which made her experience the thrill of life and death.

More, it was an apology for all the hurt he had done to her over the years.

He has been hurting her for various reasons, whether it is language or other aspects.

In the past, he thought that she deserved it.

But now he has come to his senses.

Injury is injury, no matter how righteous it is, it is still evil.

He had done something irreparably wrong, and now, like a bewildered child, he wanted to make amends, but until it was too late, there was only a dry "I'm sorry."

Lu Qiao was stunned.

As if she understood, but also didn't seem to understand, she lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes cast a heavy shadow on the bottom of her eyes.

The most useless sentence in this world is sorry.

The wound that had never scabbed was still bleeding, and it hurt so much to sprinkle a handful of salt on it.

She twitched the corners of her mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, she just moved her lower lip twice and continued to remain silent.

What can she say?

forgive?Or resentment?
Forget it, it's been too long, those bloody scars are still bleeding, they haven't healed at all, she's been tormented by it day and night, it can't be erased by saying sorry.

She was too tired, and really didn't have the energy to argue with him.

So be it.

We owe each other, don't miss it anymore.

That's it, pretty good.

Well, yes, it's really good.