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His tone was filled with helpless distress, and after saying this, his eyes turned red.

There was no reaction from her in front of him, her eyes were still looking ahead indifferently, as if she couldn't feel the pain under her feet, and she walked past him silently.

Like a soulless walking corpse, walking forward numbly and abandoned.

This almost masochistic behavior completely aroused Fu Haitang's anger that he had been suppressing tonight.

Looking at the scarlet blood flowers blooming at her feet, he wanted to pull back her soul that left with Chen Fang. He wanted to hold her shoulders and poke her heart and ask, do you love him so much? Love so much that you don’t even give up your own dignity and pride?

So what do our thirty years of days and nights count?

But looking at her back, which was too thin to hold up the hospital gown, and her pale and blue fingertips, he felt soft again.

She clenched her fist and smashed it hard on the glass of the consultation desk. The glass pierced the back of her hand, and the blood that flowed out was as red as the blood at her feet.

He felt better.

Fu Haitang cleared up the mist in his eyes, strode to her side, picked her up by the waist, and said to the frightened nurse on duty: "Get Li He."

Then he carried her into the elevator.

Looking at her coldly, she curled up and lowered her head slightly, looking like she was being manipulated.

He felt like there was a heavy weight on his throat. He swallowed, but there was no relief at all.

"Song Weiyu, don't risk your life or death. Don't you want to know what I told him? I'll tell you."

The man in his arms raised his head, his dull eyes flashing with light.

This ray of light penetrated Fu Haitang's heart, which was riddled with holes. Unfortunately, it failed to illuminate him. It only passed through his holes and shined on another man.

After entering the ward, he put her on the bed and glanced at her bleeding feet from the corner of his eye.

She wanted to curl up her legs, but Fu Haitang held her ankle and said, "Don't move."

Song Weiyu obeyed and didn't move anymore, staring blankly at his ankle being held in his hand.

The back of his hand was scratched by the glass, and scattered glass fragments pricked the skin. The blood solidified, making it scary to look at.

She frowned suddenly and cried silently.

The pain in the body, the love for Chen Fang, and the guilt for Fu Haitang all surged up. She has never been a wavering person, but now this torturous entanglement has brought her to the point of collapse.

She missed the figure who was leaning against the car smoking late at night, but she didn't dare to face the affectionate soul in front of her.

The people she loved were in danger, and the people who loved her were bruised and bruised.

She felt like a failure and cruel.

Staring at his hands and the bloody bite marks on his arms, tears poured down his face, washing over his already pale face.

Seeing that she was crying hard, Fu Haitang loosened his grip on her ankles and said in a deep voice: "Stop crying, Li He will be here soon. I'll call him to urge him."

After speaking, he took out his mobile phone.

"Fu Haitang..." She spoke, but her voice was shaky.

When Fu Haitang heard the faint sound, his hand holding the phone paused. I wanted to hug her, but I held back and waited for her to continue talking.

This person was desperately trying to leave with Chen Fang in front of him tonight. He wanted to hear her explanation.

As long as she is willing to explain, no matter what she says, this matter can change tonight.

"Fu Haitang...Fu Haitang..."

But Song Weiyu didn't know what to say, so he just read his name over and over again, as if every time he read it, the guilt in his heart could be relieved a little.

His name dripped onto the snow-white quilt along with her tears.

Seeing her shoulders shrugging as she cried, Fu Haitang smiled helplessly to himself.

She only said three words without any explanation, and she disarmed herself again.

Just think of it as showing weakness.

He sat on the edge of the bed and held her in his arms, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Where is the soul? I'm here. If your feet hurt, why don't you tell me outside. Song Weiyu, don't think I don't know. Just step in." He took one step back just to make me feel distressed on purpose."

His words were very soft, but still full of doting, and the person in his arms cried even harder.

He hugged her tighter: "Honey, you won again. My heart aches, it hurts so much. I won't ask you any more questions about tonight, let it pass, and let's move on to the next chapter, okay?"

Although the sentence is still echoing in his mind, "Two years is too long, I can't wait any longer."

Close your eyes and you will see her running out regardless.

Fu Haitang smiled bitterly and stretched out his hand to wipe her tears.

The more tears I shed, the more I looked at her with such a bitter and resentful look.

Only then did he realize that her tears tonight were not the kind of coquettish crying she did when she did something wrong like before.

But... like mourning.

She kept mumbling the words Fu Haitang, not as a sign of goodwill, but as if she was stripping the name from her heart.

Fu Haitang's hand wiping her tears hung in the air. What was she mourning? To mourn these thirty years, it is still their marriage.

His heart froze for a moment, looking at her frown.

The person in his arms also raised his head, and when the water dropped from his eyes, he saw clearly the scrutinizing gaze of the man in front of him.

She swallowed her dry throat and said hoarsely: "Fu Haitang, I..."

"I don't want to hear what you say about love or not, so I'm just going to ask." The man's eyes gradually turned cold and he said, "Song Weiyu, you never engage in loss-making business. Do you have to put yourself in trouble this time?"

She clenched her hands suddenly and dug her nails into her palms.

Sure enough, she had already made her decision.

Fu Haitang stiffened slightly, let go of her, and sat back on the chair opposite her.

"Don't you want to know what I said to him tonight?"

"I said, Chen Fang, why did you make her wait for you for two years? Why do you think you can escape unscathed in two years!"

He smiled and glanced at the bite marks on his arm. They were deep and bloody.

But he felt it was beautiful, like her brand.

She left this mark, but planned to leave and throw herself into the arms of another man.

How could he?

Then he said harshly: "Song Weiyu! I also told him, if you die in two years! What will she do then? Live guarding your tombstone! I'd better go and die with you!" "

Before he finished speaking, Song Weiyu slapped him forward.

Loud and crisp.

Fu Haitang turned his face sideways, put the tip of his tongue against his cheek, licked his lips and smiled evilly, "Because he hit me? You don't want him to die so much? Are you eager to go find him now?"

"Then let me tell you clearly, Chen Fang will never escape unscathed, and he will never dare to marry you!"

"You, just be my Mrs. Fu for the rest of your life."

After saying that, he pressed Song Weiyu's slap in the air hard and looked directly into her eyes that were filled with anger.

He never thought that the two of them would reach this point.

But he also knew that what he said to Chen Fang tonight would definitely work. Since he couldn't stop Song Weiyu from running over, it would be the same if Chen Fang took the initiative to refuse.

Perhaps Chen Fang's active refusal was much more effective than his earnest attempts to dissuade him.