That night, Ouyang Ze didn't talk to me much, even if he fed me medicine, he kept his mouth shut. If it was in normal times, he usually pretended to be a mother coaxing a child to take medicine, pouting and selling cuteness, but today, he didn't...

This may have been our last contact tonight, close enough to touch the back of his hand and touch his arm.

"Husband, I don't want to go to the hospital tomorrow, you better take the money to the company first, my illness is fine..."

Ouyang Ze still had a stiff face, and he refused to give me even a reluctant smile.

After he handed me the medicine, he quickly retracted his hand, and I was like a person with an infectious disease, and if I touched it, I could get infected with germs.

"Take your medicine, I'll go to sleep in my guest room tonight."

As soon as the pill was put in his mouth, I heard Ouyang Ze say this, and when I looked up at his face, he turned his head again, avoiding my gaze.

Suddenly, the cup in my hand seemed so heavy that I didn't have the strength to bring it to my lips, the clear liquid to my lips.

"Hmm... Hmm..."

The medicine in my mouth made me speechless, and I could only make a muffled sound.

Ouyang Ze glanced at me, didn't say anything more, and turned to leave. The moment he turned around, the smell of perfume on his body hit my nostrils again, but the fragrance was not as strong as usual...

Was it the bitter taste of the medicine that obscured the fragrance on his body?

After the medicine in my mouth faded from the thin layer of sugar, the bitter heart was exposed to my mouth. The bitterness of Western medicine is not the sweetness and bitterness of natural herbs, but the simple bitterness of chemical agents, which has no other taste, just bitterness.

It didn't take long for all the pills in my mouth to melt, and a puddle of bitter potion was fermenting in my mouth. When I saw the last back left by Ouyang Ze before going out, the bitterness finally stimulated me to tears...

What should I say? What should I do? All my original intention was to hope that he could be okay and continue to dominate the business as before, and not give up everything he had because of me, an insignificant me. Am I wrong about that? Is it really wrong?

The clear water in the cup was no longer what I needed, and I gently tilted my head, and the bitter water in my mouth poured into my throat, down the slender pipe in my body to my stomach occupied by cancer cells.

When the potion flowed through my throat, I realized that it was not my tongue that felt the most bitter, but my throat. It feels not only the simple bitterness, but also the hidden taste...

The bed without Ouyang Ze is destined to be bleak, even if I use the quilt to wrap myself in three layers inside and three layers outside, and I start to sweat constantly until I wrap my forehead, but I still feel cold. At this time, it was not the body that was cold, not the body that had been trampled on by many people, but the heart, the heart that only contained Ouyang Ze alone.

I couldn't bear to close the curtains in the dark of the night, and I loved just looking at the night sky outside, at the sparkling light in the sky. Those lights are like those wishes in my heart, faint but still tenaciously shining.

Is Ouyang Ze sleeping now? What is he doing in the house?

While I couldn't sleep, I was also thinking about Ouyang Ze, even though we were only a few walls away. But even this made me feel so far away, so far that I couldn't feel his love...

"Squeak..."

I cautiously walked towards the door barefoot, and the mahogany floor did not help me, but made a slight noise.

"Ga~"

Not only the floor, but even the door made a long noise as I opened it.

At midnight, everything in the house fell asleep. The sound of the door opening pierced the original silence in the room, as if it also woke up those "sleeping" things.

The moonlight was like silver, sprinkling on the brownish-red mahogany floor. Standing outside the door, I felt like I was back in the United States. It's still the same floor, it's still the same bright moonlight, but I'm no longer the same person I used to be...

I tiptoed to the guest room where Ouyang Ze was. At this time, the floor was on my front, and there was no more "squeak" sound, but honestly let me step on it.

When I put my ear close to the carved door, I couldn't hear any sound in the room. Even if there was a door, at least Ouyang Ze's snoring should be heard, but no.

Either the sound insulation of the door is good, or he hasn't slept yet...

I stuck to the door quietly, trying my best to suppress even the panting, for fear that Ouyang Ze inside would hear it.

I waited outside the door for a long time, and let the smell of oily wood from the door get into my nose, but I still remained in a gecko-like state, motionless.

I wanted to go in, but I didn't dare to get in. Because I was afraid, afraid that he would be cold to me like he did at night, afraid that he would walk away again, afraid that he would not see the smile on his face that belonged to me.

"Qing, what do you think I should do? What am I going to do? ”

When I was about to leave and go back to my room to rest, Ouyang Ze's voice finally came from inside the door, although I couldn't hear it very clearly, I could still vaguely hear what he said.

"He doesn't want to go to the hospital, how can I persuade him?"

Listening to the voice, it seems that he is talking to a person, is he talking on the phone? However, who was he talking to on the phone at such a late hour?

Qing, I've never heard this name before. I've never heard Ouyang Ze mention it, who is this person? With just this one word, I don't know if he is a man or a woman, and I don't know what the relationship between him and Ouyang Ze is.

I put my ear closer, for fear I would miss a word, a word.

"Woo..."

There was a crying sound in the room, the sound was not very loud, and it could be heard that Ouyang Ze deliberately lowered his voice. I guess I was afraid that the crying would wake me up.

Hearing his cry, my heart was also very uncomfortable, as if there was a knife carved in my heart, constantly stabbing at the softest part of my heart.

"I can't let him be like you! I've already been sorry for you once, how can I be sorry for him again..."

He said as he sobbed. It seems that he is talking to someone on the phone, but I don't know the relationship between that "Qing" and him.

I'm sorry? Could it be that he was once sorry for this "Qing" in his mouth? What exactly did he do to him? What really happened between them? I know that tonight's eavesdropping will definitely hear the secret in his heart, the secret he won't tell me.

"Qing... I love you... Would you like to come back to me..."