After many years of marriage, she was reborn

It hurts to breathe

On a quiet afternoon, sunlight shines into the room through the window.

My grandfather and I sat on the sofa and had a heartwarming conversation.

"Yiyi, Yu Yifan is not here right now. Tell me honestly, what do you think of him?"

"Grandpa has seen how good they are to you and the children." Grandpa looked at me with a gossipy look on his face.

I revealed a trace of confusion on my face, and said softly: "Grandpa, emotional matters can only be left to nature."

Grandpa smiled, his eyes full of love, and replied softly: "My child, Yu Yifan is really good, it can be said that he is rare."

I continued, "Yu Yifan is really good. He makes me feel like everything I have now is unreal."

Grandpa nodded, indicating that he understood how I felt.

He said earnestly: "Sometimes, we meet those special people who bring us surprises and beauty, but also make us feel uneasy."

"The key is to trust your inner feelings and let the relationship develop naturally."

I nodded slightly, constantly thinking about what my grandfather said.

My eyes gradually became firm, and I said, "I will listen to my heart and see where this relationship goes."

Grandpa gave me an encouraging smile and said, "That's right, child. No matter what the result is, you must believe in your choice and face the ups and downs of your emotions bravely."

In this warm scene, my grandfather guided me with his wisdom and care, which gave me a deeper understanding of feelings.

I am also determined to welcome the development of my relationship with a calm attitude and let it take its course.

Deep in my heart, Pei Di's figure is looming.

Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, my grandfather could always sense the longing in my eyes.

It is an indescribable emotion, like a wisp of smoke, lingering in my heart.

Or at some unintentional moment, I would gaze silently into the distance, as if Pei Di was in that distant place.

Grandpa could feel the concern in my heart, even though I never mentioned it.

Sometimes, my grandfather would see me scribbling on paper, and the person in the drawing was vaguely recognizable as Pei Di.

I used a paintbrush to outline his features, with deep emotions embedded in the delicate brushstrokes.

Grandpa knows that despite the passage of time, Pei Di still holds an important place in my heart.

However, I did not dwell on memories of the past.

I work hard to live and feel everything around me with my heart.

Only in certain quiet moments could my grandfather sense the waves in my heart, which were the surge of longing for Pei Di.

Grandpa silently protects me and my three babies.

He hopes that one day, I can truly let go of the past and find my own happiness.

And the heart that hides Pei Di will also shine even brighter with the baptism of time.

At this moment, grandpa sat silently in front of the window, gazing into the distance, recalling every bit of the past.

His face was filled with the vicissitudes of life, and his eyes revealed a deep fatigue and helplessness.

“It’s so hard to let go completely…” Grandpa murmured to himself, with a tremor in his voice.

His wrinkled hands were clenched tightly, as if he wanted to grasp something, but could grasp nothing.

I stood quietly by, watching my grandfather's painful expression, my heart filled with heartache and helplessness.

Grandpa knows that it will take me a long time to heal the wounds in my heart, and the process may be difficult.

The wind blew gently, ruffling my grandfather's white hair and messing with my thoughts.

During this long time, I will accompany my grandfather and give him strength.

I can feel that my grandfather has been helping me slowly get over the pain and regain confidence in life.

In this vast world, pain is everywhere.

However, nothing is more painful than a broken heart.

It was a pain that went deep into the bone marrow, as if millions of ants were gnawing at one's heart.

When love leaves, what is left behind is endless emptiness and loneliness.

Memories came flooding in like the tide. The sweetness of the past instantly turned into sharp arrows of pain. Every memory was a torture.

The wounds of the soul cannot be healed easily, and tears become its most common companion.

Emotional trauma is not only physical pain, but also mental torture.

It eroded my confidence and hope, and made me feel helpless and lost.

The eternity we once believed in was torn apart, and the future became bleak.

Every similar scene and every familiar song can evoke the unspeakable pain.

However, it is this kind of pain that makes us appreciate and grow more.

It teaches us how to love and how to deal with loss.

In pain, we learn to be strong, to be tolerant and to let go.

Although emotional pain is painful, it is also a part of life. It makes us more mature and profound.

Just as I was immersed in my emotions, the door was gently pushed open and Yu Yifan walked in.

The moment I saw him, the corners of my mouth unconsciously rose slightly, and the pain in my heart seemed to become insignificant in an instant.

His figure was like bright sunshine, penetrating the haze in my heart.

There was concern and warmth in his eyes, which made me feel inexplicably at ease.

His smile was as warm as the spring breeze, dispelling the sadness on my face.

I looked at him quietly, with an indescribable emotion in my eyes.

At this moment, all the worries gradually faded away, leaving only joy and anticipation for him.

His presence makes me believe that no matter how hard things get, I can find comfort and strength.

Yu Yifan’s arrival was like a timely rain, moistening my dry soul.

I feel energized again and ready to face challenges in life.

Because of his existence, I know that no matter what happens, I will not be alone and he will always be by my side.

Before I could say anything, the children, perhaps sensing Yu Yifan's presence, started crying loudly.

Their little faces were flushed red, their mouths were wide open, and they were crying one after another.

Seeing this, Yu Yifan quickly reached out and carefully held the child in his arms.

He patted the child's back gently and soothed him softly.

The children's crying gradually became quieter, and their bodies stopped shaking. They found a little comfort in Yifan's arms.

Yu Yifan's eyes were filled with anticipation, and he asked me softly, "Yiyi, have you thought of a name for the child?"

I could sense his concern and I also understood that this issue was important to all of us.

I frowned slightly, thinking hard, secretly weighing the meaning and suitability of various names.

The room was silent, with only the sound of our breathing and the occasional slight noise.

Yu Yifan waited quietly for my answer. His eyes showed both longing for the future and respect for me.

I looked at him, a hint of hesitation flashed in my eyes, and then I shook my head gently.

"Not yet," I replied softly, "but we still have time, and I want to give the baby a special name."

Yu Yifan nodded, his expression revealing understanding and support.

We continued to talk, discussing possible names, sharing our thoughts and ideas.

During this process, our laughter and warm atmosphere filled the air.