I owe you a lifetime of love

What did he do?
His forehead rested on the door panel.

Fu Qingshen slowly opened his palm and took a look.

Endless regret welled up in my heart.

……

The servants of Shengshihaoting have changed a lot, and they are all unfamiliar faces.

An Nian murmured to the maid who cleaned the room: "Where's Mama Zhang?"

The maid replied respectfully: "Go back to Madam, Mrs. Zhang has fired her."

An Nian nodded expressionlessly.

She likes to stand by the window and look at the outside world.

There was no light in her eyes, that's how she became silent day by day, and she also became anxious from time to time.

Sometimes she can't help but want to go out for a walk, to live happily for a while in a place where no one knows her.

But she couldn't get out of the Glory Palace.

Oh...she forgot!

She was stopped at the door by a cold-faced bodyguard in black: "Madam, you can't go out without sir's permission."

An Nian frowned, her heart was burning with impatience.

She looked down at her empty wrists and ankles.

She always felt like she was being put in shackles.

She looked up helplessly at the sky.

Fu Qingshen is back.

He bought a lot of things from outside.

An Nian doesn't like going downstairs anymore, she often hides in her bedroom.

She used to like to stay in her studio on the third floor.

But now I don't like it.

She didn't like what was in there either.

She frowned, watching Fu Qingshen unfold the big and small bags on the sofa in the bedroom.

That person...how did he become so pitiful?
Fu Qingshen smelled strongly of tobacco, and he seemed to have become much more decadent, with a circle of stubble growing on his chin.

He said stiffly which famous designer the jewelry he bought was designed by, how the clothes he bought matched An Nian's complexion, and he said that he bought a lot of her favorite food.

Liar!

An Nian couldn't help mumbling.

The man never cared about himself.

How does he know what he likes to eat?
But those things were placed on the cabinet in the bedroom, and Anian couldn't deny it in his heart.

Indeed...

I really like to eat.

Mama Zhang told him, right?
But An Nian has no appetite, and she doesn't want to see Fu Qingshen's face.

An Nian doesn't like this person, this face, this place, everything about Fu Qingshen anymore.

She loves it so much!

All he brought to her were bad memories.

She simply went to bed and lay down, the quilt wrapped her tightly.

so tired……

An Nian thought so.

But I can't sleep again!
Across the quilt, the man seemed to be talking to himself.

An Nian pursed her lips slightly.

She noticed that the man was gone, where did he go?
But after ten minutes, he came again.

The bedroom door was closed.

Fu Qingshen lay gently beside An Nian.

in the dark.

He sighed loudly.

An Nian was restless.

She didn't dare to turn over and could only breathe lightly.

"Annian..." The man beside him didn't lift the quilt, he just pulled her into his arms with the quilt.

Only on nights like this did he have the courage to hug this person.

"Why do not you speak?"

Why is she talking?

"Annian, are you blaming me?"

"You... If you can't get angry, I'll let you beat me."

This person's tone is so strange and domineering, why did he make it look like he bullied him?
An Nian turned to the man, she couldn't see the look on his face.

She couldn't care about anything, but Fu Qingshen reached out and turned on a lamp on the bedside table.

The warm light shone brightly.

Fu Qingshen stood up and straightened An Nian's body with his back facing him. An Nian's eyes were empty and blank.

Fu Qingshen felt a slight pain in his heart from her gaze.

He bullied himself and pressed her under him.

"I know you're angry, you're blaming me, so I'll give you whatever you want."

An Nian's empty eyes finally came into focus, and she looked at Fu Qingshen calmly: "I...my child, I, I want, can you...can you give him (her) back to me? "

Her voice was calm and without ups and downs, but Fu Qingshen still heard choked sobs in the words of the person below him in such a dark night.

He pursed his thin lips tightly, and tilted his head helplessly, he was actually guilty.

An Nian sneered: "Didn't you say you could give it to me?"

"Annian." Fu Qing opened his mouth, his voice was extremely firm, "We will still have children."

An Nian's calm eyes suddenly had sharp spikes, she suddenly reached out and grabbed Fu Qingshen's neck, her eyes gradually turned red.

"So Fu Qingshen? Why don't you admit it openly? Admit that you are stupid, admit that you are wrong, and admit that you killed your own child with your own hands!"

Fu Qingshen put his arms on her sides, and he stared at An Nian impatiently, his finely crafted face was tinged with pain.

He gently, gently closed his eyes.

"I..." He was speechless, he didn't know what to say.

There was never such a moment of annoyance and pain.

He opened his eyes blankly.

There was a kind of crazy light in An Nian's eyes.

Fu Qingshen, will you suffer too?

Will you be sad too?

She felt a little relieved in her heart.

Her fingers tightened little by little: "Fu Qingshen, our child, that little guy (she) is three months old, and the doctor showed me the report when I went for an examination."

"That's a fresh, beating life. What a pity..." An Nian's voice also became a little hoarse. Who is she taking revenge by doing this?
"It's a pity that he (she) hasn't had time to be born, and hasn't had time to open his eyes to see the world..."

"Fu Qingshen, do you think that little guy will know? Will he (she) know that his father killed him (her) with his own hands? When I was lying on the hospital bed, I seemed to hear him (She) was crying."

"It's so pitiful, so pitiful..." As she spoke, tears rolled down her eyes.

His hands were limp on the big bed.

An Nian smiled softly: "Baby, you are not welcome in this world. Mom... Mom can't protect you either."

What a poor little life?
Abandoned by her!
Suspected by Fu Qingshen, and finally killed by his (her) biological parents together!

What An Nian said made Fu Qingshen almost flee in despair.

He stumbled into the nursery.

He looked at the cradle bed assembled by himself, the small wooden horse, and the small room decorated with decorations...

Fu Qingshen reached out and punched the wall.

There were red marks on the knuckles of the fingers.

His eyes were bloodthirsty, he laughed silently and hoarsely, and there were paintings on the white walls.

Colorful paints fell on the snow-white walls, and they pieced together a colorful and healing picture...

This is from An Nian's hand.

Only her works are filled with such a healing atmosphere.

He pressed his cheek against the cold wall almost greedily and obsessively.

He lost himself in the darkness...