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Fu Haitang gave a weak smile.

He straightened up and unbuttoned his collar. Swallowing the sobs in his throat, "Do you still love me now? I know you love him, but I want to know. Do you still love me at all?"

At this moment, his humble and low voice was like a very thin long needle, passing through the air and inserting accurately into the gap between her nails. The pain traveled along the heart and violently collided with the internal organs.

When she met his eyes, the thin layer of water was condensing and gathering under her eyes, and her eye sockets couldn't hold back the weight. It was only at the moment when she was overcome with emotion that she could clearly see the sadness in his eyes.

She quickly withdrew her eyes and stared at the window instead. His hands reached into the quilt and pressed against the sheets. I opened my mouth, feeling unable to speak.

We have lived together for so many years and weathered so many ups and downs together. Give birth to children for him and get along with him day and night.

He had seen her in such a state of embarrassment and her unscrupulous ways, who could say he didn't love her at all.

Moreover, his kindness has seeped into every aspect of his life, and may have grown together with his own flesh and blood, taking root and sprouting.

To say you don't love me is a lie.

Talking about love is also false.

Between love and no love, she chose to cut it off with a knife.

"I'm sorry, I just love him now."

"Then why don't you dare to look at me and say it?"

Fu Haitang leaned on the backrest, stared at her slightly stunned profile, curled his lips and said:

"You know, you have a habit of holding something with your fingers whenever you lie."

After saying that, he neatly opened a corner of the quilt and quietly wiped away the water marks from the corners of his eyes. He still acted like a superior, with a controlling smile on his lips.

As he expected, the slender hands hidden under the quilt were holding the sheets tightly.

The moment his gaze burned the back of her hand, she let go quickly.

Tiny movements stir up huge waves.

This wave of waves is enough to nourish Fu Haitang's gradually withered heart and lungs. Although she diagnosed him with a terminal illness, he wanted to live with the pain of his terminal illness for a few more days.

Maybe, struggling, she would tell him: Sorry, misdiagnosis.

And maybe, as long as he lives, another man will die before him.

After all, Chen Fang's situation is not much better than his own. He is wandering in dangerous areas, and a small bullet can kill him.

If her life is gone, what can she use to accompany her for the rest of her life?

"Chen Fang, it's impossible to marry you. He doesn't dare to gamble with your life. He knows it better than anyone else, and you know it better than anyone else."

Song Weiyu looked at him. His eyes, which were filled with tears a minute ago, had returned to their previous bottomless look.

This is Fu Haitang, who can make you feel guilty and scary, while also giving you some cruel kindness.

He continued: "Similarly, I don't dare to gamble with your life. I won't divorce you until he is safe and sound. But if one day, he can give you a stable life, If you want a divorce, I will help you."

He spoke calmly and magnanimously, as if he was really ready to let go at any time.

Song Weiyu didn't know why he suddenly thought about it and why he suddenly gave her such a promise.

In the past, he would rather she die than die by his side, Fu Haitang.

What happened today?

During the period when she was drugged out, she felt as if she had lost her memory, and her memory only stayed on the back stairs.

Fu Haitang took her mobile phone, threw it in her hand, and said self-deprecatingly: "But wife, before you divorce me, you tell me first. What on earth should I do so that you can be safe when you are in danger?" , the first one to call me?"