I froze in place, staring at the space in front of me with wide eyes, and it took me a long time to open my mouth and mutter, "You...... Divorced?"

"Yes. "Musa's breath fluctuated, and he could not calm down. His arm slowly stretched out to 'touch' my face, and at the moment of touching my skin, I suddenly came back to my senses, grabbed his wrist, lowered my voice and asked him, "When?"

Moussa paused, probably not expecting me to react like this, and replied slowly: "This morning." ”

I involuntarily bit my lower lip, my body trembled, and I reluctantly asked again: "That...... When did you decide to get divorced?"

Mousa stared at my face, which was distorted by pain, slowly lowered his arms, and said with some hesitation, "After I separated from you, I was thinking about it. First talked to Lemis and talked to his family vaguely. Leamis was actually a 'woman' who wanted to be independent, and after some deliberation, she finally agreed very calmly. ”

My face turned even paler, pursed my lips, raised my eyes to look at him, and squeezed out a few words: "It started from that time, and now it ......" I counted the days, tears welled up in my eyes, "Musa, three and a half months, the whole season has passed, how have you used it for so long......"

We've lost our children...... The warmth in the lower abdomen, the emptiness is 'swinging' and 'swinging'.

My eyes fell on his face, a few strands of sweaty hair still sticking to his cheeks, clearly in a hurry. But if I'm in a hurry, why should I wait for more than three months? As long as it is a month and a half earlier, another forty days earlier, everything will not be the way it is now......

My 'chest' was as uncomfortable as if it was blocked, and I kept sinking downward, weak and weak, and opened my eyes slightly, and asked him softly, "Why can't you tell me earlier?

Moussa's expression suddenly became solemn, and he took my hand, his face could not be seen clearly in the backlight, and only a pair of eyes were shining clearly: "Cece, do you think you were so tired when we parted?" How dare I tell you before I settle the matter? If I had told you in advance, wouldn't you have returned to the kind of status you didn't want to bear before? What's more, before that, I only thought about how to marry you, and I didn't think about divorce, and I wasn't sure how much time I would 'take'. His voice slipped over my ears as he did now, "Only now, as I am, can I stand before you again." ”

My tears fell again, my body stiff because of the tension, with a cold despair that could not be contained. But from this despair, some joy and hope slowly seeped out. The huge sorrows and joys were woven in my heart at the same time, and I was choked up and speechless.

Looking at my tears, Moussa suddenly panicked: "Cece, did I make you wait too long and don't want to be with me anymore?"

I shook my head in denial, "No, it's not." "Of course I love him, and I still love him, and I can't forget him. But how can I tell him what we have lost under the ruthless 'tricks' of Providence? We have endured a lot for each other for the sake of this relationship. He's already paid the price for his divorce, and I don't want to use this news to make him even more desperate.

Hu 'messy' wiped a handful of tears, silently hiding the thousands of ravines of emotions. I sniffed, barely squeezing a smile out of my tears, resting my head on his 'chest' and covering my face with tears: "Musa, if you can be single-minded, of course, I would like to be with you......"

This sentence floated out slowly, like a 'confused' in another world.

Moses' body shuddered and he once again wrapped his arms around me. I swayed in his arms, the pain and joy that spread through my heart nearly tore and split my whole being in half.

Then, he gently cupped my face, and the pool of water in his eyes was bottomless. The affectionate emotion of this long-lost reunion stretches every moment into a blazing streamer. His long eyelashes flickered, his eyes closed slightly, and then, slowly, slowly, slowly, his lips covered mine.

Stranded for too long, I finally tasted the taste of his 'lips' and tongue again, a little bitter, a little sweet. The moment I touched it, it was like an electric light, numbing me from head to toe. His 'lips' were soft and gentle, and salty tears lingered between his tongues, whether it was his, or mine.

I closed my eyes and felt the moisture on his lips with my heart, like a child 'groping' step by step, testing each other's temperature. Our lives have been turned upside down, as if we have returned to square one. But the state of mind has already traveled through all kinds of desolation.

"Musa ......" I called his name tremblingly, breathing hard, his fingers 'intertwined'. He leaned down and 'kissed' the tears from my eyes, but more tears were drawn. Our 'lip' flaps are chasing, entangled, and entangled, and in the sense of touch, they are submerged by the 'tide' of all kinds of feelings.

Gradually, I felt his body temperature mingle with mine. Through the thin clothes, his touch was extremely gentle, and his fingers moved slowly, as if savoring every inch of feeling.

This touch is a little more relaxed than before. His breath blew warmly into my ears and pressed against me. I looked at him, and my heart settled down like never before. There was no pathos, no guilt, no indulgence, no concealment, only the feeling that his blood was powerfully surrounding me, and the whole person was as hot as a fire.

Since I left Italy, I haven't had a good experience with Moussa, and my subconscious resistance and restraint have always made it difficult for us to be complete. No matter how much I tried to relax myself, it was as if there was a shackle that held me tightly and couldn't enjoy myself. But today, the shackles that have been shackled for a long time are finally untied, and the dead things in the heart are placed in the sun, gradually reopened, becoming full and moist, waiting for a dripping new life.

For the first time, we completed the whole process in a relaxed and 'exciting' way, and we were relieved to be immersed in the fervent love for each other, and there was no longer any shame or shame. With tears streaming down my face, I smiled and 'kissed' him, then leaned back and lay back in my feelings. His tall, warm body made me feel at ease, and I buried my little self in his vast infinite presence, and my heart was full of 'waves'.

For a while, I seemed to be locked in my deepest sleep, forgetting everything I had done. But slowly, I came to my senses again, hugged his warm body tightly, and murmured how much I missed him in emotion. It was enough to say that he was missing, and as for the pain that made him despair to madness, he did not need to know it.

It's rare to let go of everything, and we're exhausted. Musa held his head on his arm, stared at me with a shallow smile, held my hand with his other hand, and whispered, "Fortunately, you're still there." ”

I leaned closer to him, quietly sniffing his breath, the breath of my love, after many months, familiar and unfamiliar, can still set off all kinds of 'tides' in my heart. However, I don't know why, there is always a strange feeling lingering in my heart. It may be that we are too urgent, as if we want to prove with action that no matter what happens in the future, we can survive this early morning.

"When we were all completely calm, I turned over, looked at the sky and asked him tentatively, "If you are divorced, can you be with me, can you marry me?"

There was a gloom in his deep eyes that could not be hidden, and he gritted his teeth helplessly: "I don't know. ”

I didn't look at it and still didn't move, and the 'flower' pattern on the 'flower' board that day seemed to have become a point of nothingness. Then, I heard myself muttering to him, "What if...... What if I took the initiative to join the Church and promised them that I would believe in Allah?"

Although I have always known that conversion to Islam is the most basic requirement for marrying Muses, wouldn't it be better if I had been more active than passive?

Musa looked up suddenly, a subtle touch in his eyes, and after a long sigh, he replied, "The situation in my family is too special, my grandfather and uncle are both imams, and they care very much about the purity of the bloodline. After all, you have not been a Muslim for more than 20 years, and even if you later become a Christian, there is still a difference in their eyes. ”

I had already anticipated this answer, and I was not too disappointed, so I smiled wryly, put my hand on his 'fine' body, slid it over his smooth back, and asked inadvertently, "Since your family will probably not accept me, then why do you want to divorce?"

Moussa looked at me steadily, and smiled a little contentment: "At least this will make you less miserable with me." ”

I thought about it, but I still didn't understand: "However, after being with you for more than a year, no matter when, you have never given up the idea of marrying me as a second wife, this time, what made you divorce?"

"In the past, I always held on to the hope that as long as this continued, one day you would say yes. "He looked ashamed, as if he was ashamed of his former feelings, took me, gently 'kissed' my forehead, and said in a deep voice, "However, after seeing your father faint in front of me, I realized that if I couldn't do it alone, I wouldn't be able to be with you at all." Before, Lemis and Lemis have never been separated, and they also have the mentality of welcoming you into the 'door', and now, it is better to divorce if you are sure that you will not work with her. Even if I can't marry you, I can make my heart more 'open'. ”

There were tears in my eyes, and I was moved by his every word. Originally, I thought that he had stumbled upon Lemis's affair and had come to me after the divorce, but in that case, even if he had divorced, I would still be more or less disappointed in my heart. But if he didn't know about Remis from beginning to end, but was willing to give up his marriage for a relationship that didn't know the future, it was really touching to me.

I will not regret it.

I bit my lower lip, hugged him contentedly, said thank you from the bottom of my heart, and then, taking a deep breath, I whispered, "Musa, or else...... Shall I go to the hospital to wash my stomach first?"