Lucky to Have You Till the End

About ten minutes later, when the door opened, Tang Xinyan closed her eyes immediately.

He pushed open the bedroom door very quietly, and his steps were also very light, probably because he was afraid of disturbing her.

He walked to the bed, looked at the little woman who seemed to be asleep with her eyes closed under the orange wall lamp, leaned over and kissed her forehead, "Are you asleep?"

Tang Xinyan knew that she pretending to be asleep at the moment was the best way to resolve the embarrassment between the two.

After all, he couldn't touch her.

She couldn't ask him why.

Even if the two are husband and wife, they also have a good impression of each other, but everyone still has one or two secrets hidden in their hearts.

Just as she was not a place, she couldn't tell him in person, but waited for him to find out.

Because some things are indescribable shame and scars. No one wants to be ripped apart bloody.

She gave a dazed hmm, and opened her eyes with difficulty, pretending to be too sleepy, "You're back, I'm all sleepy, shall we be in the same room another day?"

He looked at her with low eyes, his narrow eyes were like a bottomless night sky, without stars, boundless undercurrents, turbulence, and ups and downs.

After a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry."

Tang Xinyan didn't really fall asleep, so she heard his excuses with a low sigh.

Actually, there is no need to say sorry to her——

She could feel it, he looked at her strongly.

He could ask her to help him with her hands, but the only way to truly combine her is. She thought, he must have been stimulated and traumatized before.

It may not be physical, but psychological.

In fact, mental illness is more difficult to cure than physical.

She doesn't know when he will be cured, but she will wait for him.

...

After Wei Mo Chi stood by the bed for a while, he took a shower in the bathroom.

Lying on the bed, he looked at the little woman who was sleeping sideways, with his back facing him, stretched his arms over, and gently hugged her into his arms.

Tang Xinyan was still sober in her mind. After he was held in her arms, she did not move, let alone break away.

She pressed her small face to his firm chest, smelling the mint fragrance after his bath, her nose was slightly sour.

In fact, this is how you like someone!

There are joys, worries, sourness and sweetness.

Any action of the other party will unconditionally affect the heart of the other party.

A drop of crystal tears slipped from the corner of his eyes.

She bit her lip tightly, feeling a bit sad and confused in her heart.

Tang Xinyan is not the only one who suffers from insomnia. The man holding her is also looking at the silent night outside the window with his dark eyes.

After so many years, he thought he could accept a new life.

But that kind of picture, that kind of shame, and that kind of hatred were still buried deep in his heart like a bomb, and he didn't know when it would explode again.

He couldn't sleep, he was addicted to cigarettes. He gently let go of the woman in his arms, took the cigarette and lighter, and walked to the balcony connected to the bedroom.

The long body leaned against the railing, lowered his head to light the cigarette, and took two puffs.

Thinking of his mental illness, the five senses in the white smoke became more and more harsh and grim, as terrifying as dead ice.

What he didn't know was how long he had smoked outside, and how long the woman in the bedroom stared at him.

Tang Xinyan felt for the first time that two people who liked each other didn't like them and could be together without reservation.