Walking with the Villain, Lou Xiao'e's Alternative Love

Lou Xiao'e and Xu Damao's home seems like a quiet oasis in the noisy world.

To outsiders, their days always seem so loving and full of enviable sweetness and happiness.

Whenever the sun sets, the two people's shadows will stretch out in the yard, interweaving into a warm picture.

However, life is not always as we wish. It is like the unpredictable weather, changing at any time and catching people off guard.

And now, the accident came quietly.

Lou Xiao'e finished a day's work and was about to go home with Xu Damao, but Xu Damao suddenly informed her that he had an appointment in the evening and could not go home with her.

This was not completely unfamiliar to Lou Xiao'e, as similar scenes had happened several times.

In the past, Xu Damao always liked to drag her to participate in work social events. Although she was reluctant, she would occasionally give in because she couldn't bear to disappoint him.

But deep down in her heart, Lou Xiao'e always had a deep resistance to those occasions filled with unfamiliar faces and hypocritical smiles.

She was unwilling to put on a forced smile while drinking and even more unwilling to compromise her sincere and sensitive heart in order to please others.

Therefore, she was not surprised when Xu Damao mentioned the social engagements again.

So she responded to Xu Damao with her usual understanding.

Although there is a slight sense of loss in my heart, there is also a sense of relief.

After all, in this complex world, being able to stay true to yourself and be your true self is a rare luxury.

However, things were a little different this time.

It was late at night and Lou Xiao'e had taken a short nap, but Xu Damao had not returned yet.

She woke up, feeling a little uneasy. She looked at the clock on the wall and saw that the hands had quietly pointed to ten o'clock.

Did he run into trouble at a social event? Or was he drunk? Which ditch did he go into?

Lou Xiao'e was full of doubts and worries.

She stood up, put on her coat and slippers, and the beam of the flashlight drew a thin line in the night, illuminating the road ahead.

Just as she was about to knock on Zhuang Junwei's door, an inexplicable force drove her to stop.

She turned and looked at the big tree not far away. There, two blurry figures looked particularly dazzling under the moonlight.

Lou Xiao'e's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and an ominous premonition arose.

She rushed over almost instinctively, and the light of the flashlight instantly illuminated the two figures hugging each other tightly.

At this moment, Lou Xiao'e's heart seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and she could hardly believe her eyes.

Under the strong light of the flashlight, the two figures hugging each other tightly gradually became clear. It was her husband Xu Damao.

The other person is Qin Jingru.

Anger, shame, disappointment...all kinds of emotions surged into her heart like a tide, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

"Xu Damao!" Lou Xiao'e's voice trembled, and she shouted out the name with all her strength.

However, the two men did not seem to be aware of her presence immediately, still immersed in their own world.

It was not until Lou Xiao'e raised her voice again and walked quickly forward that they separated as if awakened from a dream and looked at her in horror.

Xu Damao's face turned from red to white in an instant. He tried to explain, "Wife, listen to me..." He just opened his mouth when he was interrupted by Lou Xiao'e.

"Xu Damao, you have guts!" After saying that, she turned and left.

"Wife..." Xu Damao spoke again, his voice full of regret and begging. "Listen to my explanation, it's not what you see, wife..."

However, all this is no longer important to Lou Xiao'e.

She couldn't help hating herself, hating her own stupidity and naivety.

Although she knew clearly that Xu Damao in the plot was a playboy and a womanizer, she easily chose to believe him.

Self-blame surged like a tide, and tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to fall because she knew that tears could not solve any problems.

Behind him, Xu Damao's angry curses and Qin Jingru's crying were intertwined.

"Qin Jingru, you stinky bitch! You actually took advantage of me when I was drunk to hurt me!" Xu Damao's voice was full of anger and threats, "You'd better pray that my wife can forgive me, otherwise I will definitely kill you!" Then, there was the sound of crisp slaps and Xu Damao's hurried footsteps.

Lou Xiao'e did not look back nor did she stop.

She walked resolutely towards the home that was once full of laughter.

Every step felt like stepping on sharp glass shards, and it was heart-wrenching.

However, when the outline of her home gradually became clear before her eyes, she made a decision to escape.

At the door, she took a deep breath, as if she was making final preparations.

Then, she dodged and quickly entered her own space.

In this quiet haven, she doesn't need to hide anything, nor does she need to pretend to be strong.

She can let her emotions flow freely without any scruples, rushing forward without any hindrance.

Tears slid silently, and each drop carried the time spent with Xu Damao.

At the same time, it also reflected the scene of Xu Damao and Qin Jingru hugging each other. The picture was like an invisible blade, constantly rotating and cutting. Every breath was accompanied by severe pain, making her almost suffocate.

Dad, Mom, I miss you. Can you come and take me home?

……

Dad, Mom, can you take me to Hong Kong?

……

I have no family left! No one cares about me!

……

Her shoulders trembled with her crying, and her voice was sometimes low and whimpering, sometimes sharp and high-pitched, like a bird imprisoned in pain, struggling in despair, seeking a glimmer of hope of escape.

Those bold words that she once made with full confidence and power have now turned into endless irony and ridicule in her heart.

“What kind of men are there?

If it doesn’t work, change it!

The elder sister is the queen, she shines with confidence.

Are you still confident? Are you still shining?

Damn it, slap me in the face!"

"Only those who are suffering know how it feels!" These words came out of her lips with difficulty, carrying with them endless bitterness and helplessness.

In this space, time has frozen and lost its proper flow and meaning.

She went from wailing to a helpless smile.

Then to mumbling.

She moved from the corner to the sofa, and then from the sofa to the bed.

Finally, as if driven by some force, she curled up again in the corner that gave her a moment of security.

This cycle continued day after day, and her world was left with only these mechanical movements and endless loneliness.

Hunger gnawed at her body like a wild beast until she fainted in the endless darkness.

When she woke up, what greeted her was not the dawn, but even deeper decadence and despair.

She stopped struggling and allowed herself to find a temporary resting place anywhere, whether it was the cold ground or the familiar yet unfamiliar sofa and bed.

"Xu Damao, I want to drink some water...

Xu Damao, I miss you...

Xu Damao, I am going to die..."

Her voice was weak and hoarse, and it seemed to penetrate the thick darkness and reach that unreachable place, from deep longing to endless sorrow.

When despair reached its peak, she even began to look forward to death. It was a relief, but also a powerless struggle against the status quo.