The house was empty and silent, and Dusch sat alone at the table, crying until she was exhausted, her nerves were tense and painful, and her brain was like a blender, tearing and shattering the mixture of past and present, so that she could hardly think.

Tears wet the palms of your hands and drip down your chin onto your dressing gown. The silk fabric has large water marks on it.

Just now, she threw a knife and fork in the direction of Meng Yankai's departure, and the thick soup that was aroused also splashed on her body.

She was embarrassed, and found out in disbelief that she was like a resentful woman who cried about her husband's cheating but couldn't get the slightest comfort.

He said he had feelings for her, and she believed it with satisfaction.

But this time, what was the difference between the result and the last time he said this?

What tenderness and sweetness, what he is trying to accept her, fall in love with her, now it seems, but it is all her fantasy.

It was she who was immersed in her own fantasies, it was that she was too afraid to go back to the old days without him. So the subconscious mind ignores any triggers that might make her lose him, blindfolds herself, and only allows herself to see his goodness, and is moved by his proximity, allowing herself to blindly believe that their relationship is developing in the direction she wants.

She doesn't force him to be as good to her as he was before his amnesia, she just needs him to be a little good, and she can have no reservations.

But the little bit of good he gave was always illusory. She thought she was holding it tightly, but it was suddenly taken away.

He gave her a little sweetness and she fell, and he just watched calmly from beginning to end, as if he was ready to abandon her at any time.

It's just that she's too naïve, thinking that she can make a person who has no impression of her grow love for her.

He is Meng Yankai, who can force him if he doesn't want to?

He will hold a grudge against those who have forced him.

Yes, she would rather take all this as revenge for forcing him to marry than believe that she had tried everything to make him fall in love with her.

Slowly, as if the tears were running out, her eyes were sore and astringent, and she sat in the dining room for a while, putting away the dishes. Put it in the pool.

Du Shi went upstairs, took a new shower and changed clothes, and when he brushed his teeth, he saw his razor and aftershave, and he still couldn't help but think of him, and the picture with him was vivid.

Now that she is riding a tiger, she can't see this road before

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