"Don't be afraid, the pumpkin is here, the pumpkin is here." In her sleep, she seemed to hear his gentle words echoing in her ears, and she felt that her body floating in mid-air was tightly hugged by him, just like when she was a child, her pumpkin brother hugged her, what a beautiful dream, beautiful made her reluctant to wake up, so she kept falling asleep, falling asleep in his arms.

I feel like I've slept for a long time, and I almost can't wake up for a long time, and after I have a little consciousness, I only feel that my head hurts as if it's going to explode, and my hands, numb as if they are not on me.

"Heart? Heart? It seemed that someone was calling her in her ear, the childlike heart struggled to open her eyes slowly, her brain was still muddy, a strong smell of disinfectant water rushed into her nose, and her eyes swept over here, white walls, white sheets, hospital?

The child's half-open and half-closed eyes swept around aimlessly, until she saw the familiar face, she suddenly woke up, and instinctively grabbed the quilt with both hands to hide back, but she forgot the injury on her hand, and she couldn't help but cry out in a sudden pain: "Ah! ”

"You're still feverish, don't move." His voice was not very gentle, he reached out to support her little body, and was stunned, is this him? When did you become so gentle? Are you still dreaming?

The childlike innocence quickly overthrew himself on this question, because the pain in the dream will not be so real, the person in front of him is really him, and now he doesn't know what it feels like to be childlike when he sees him, he is so tired, he feels so tired.

In the past two years, I have been playing the game of atonement and revenge with this man, love and hate, and I can't tell the difference between the two, and now the pain and tears are the only results, so tired, really tired, tired and unable to struggle anymore, but her heart is still disobedient and struggling in reluctance and having to give up.

Their love and hatred are entangled for a lifetime, and the price for this is to torture each other for a lifetime, why bother? Maybe only when this game is stopped will they be reborn.

"You still hate me, don't you?" Childlike asked this question stupidly, Lu Zhannan was stunned, the soft lines on his face slowly became cold and distinct, he pursed the corners of his mouth, but did not give her an answer.

Childlike self-deprecating smile, said slowly: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I deserve what you want to do to me, if you think it's not enough to retaliate, you can continue, but can you pity me and let me live, I'm so tired, I don't have the strength to face you again, and then go down with you, so ...... Lu Zhannan, let's get a divorce....... ”

divorce

It seems to be an understatement to be said by her, but the heart is tormented by these two words back and forth, God knows how much she loves him, God knows how reluctant she is to leave him, but a marriage without love is immoral, and a marriage without love and hatred is sad, it is her pathetic, and it is his pathetic.

He doesn't love her, and thinking about those hatreds in the face of her is also torture, so it's better for her to let go of it first, let him start his life again, maybe there will be a woman like Wei Yinuo......

At this moment, Lu Zhannan's face instantly became gloomy, his black eyes contracted tightly, and the deep pool made people unable to see the bottom, as if he was nurturing this kind of anger, deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper, and finally broke out, like a cheetah, stepped forward and clamped her wrist fiercely, and the fierce and murderous aura came straight to her: "Childlike heart, you remember for me, you can't pay it off for the rest of your life, don't be my woman, unless you die!" ”

The words let go of her, and left with a lunge, slammed, the door of the ward seemed to be thrown down by him, the childlike heart let out a long sigh, closed her eyes slightly and leaned weakly on the bed, she was about to let go, why did he refuse? Is it just for the hatred of her?