The butterfly could only listen, silently listening to what she had to say.

From her fragmented language, it took a lot of effort for Butterfly to sort out some clues, and Fang Yun's distress did not come from facts, but from speculation. A speculation that belonged to her own inner judgment on the marital status of the two of them.

The butterfly couldn't help but gasp.

Between husband and wife, the most feared thing is actually the kind of silent speculation.

Neither of them knew the other's intentions, but apparently, the other seemed to have understood their intentions, and then this intention rose to the internal logic of what happened next. Because you want to leave, because you don't love me anymore, that's why you're so ruthless.

This kind of irrational speculation, without a thorough explanation, will soon lead to a dead end.

Yan Hao obviously didn't say to Fang Yun: Let's get a divorce! In this case, Fang Yun seemed to have sensed this from all his expressions and body language, and she felt uneasy about it all day.

Some people say that the saddest thing is that one is brewing the future, and the other is thinking about breaking up.

Fang Yun really wanted to save this marriage. That's what's even more sadddy.

The butterfly swallowed the bitter tea, and then said: He didn't actually divorce you, so why should you worry so much?

Is this comforting? Of course not, the butterfly himself didn't believe it, but this was the only thing the butterfly could say at the moment, after listening to Fang Yun's lengthy chatter, the butterfly had to squeeze out some opinions. Specious opinion.

Fang Yun's eyes kept staring at the sheet in front of her, there seemed to be something on it, but the butterfly looked at it carefully for a long time and didn't see anything, what Fang Yun thought was: We haven't had it for a long time.

But she couldn't say this to the butterfly, although they were very good classmates and close girlfriends, they were good enough to sleep in a bed and eat in a bowl, and the Coke you drank, I wouldn't even dislike whether there was your saliva on it, I would take it directly and take a sip, just like the kind of good buddies in the movie.

But, that's in the past. It's different now. The man lying on this bed made her world completely separate from the world of others, because they had exchanged so much with each other, so she could no longer be so intimate with butterflies, just like no matter how thirsty she was now, she would not drink a bottle of water from each other.

Of course, butterflies don't.

Love, perhaps, is the most subtle, but it is also the most revealing thing.

When Yan Hao lies down on this bed alone every day, he is completely like a stranger, occupying half of the bed and a pillow that belongs to him. It's been months without a kiss from each other, no love, not even a hug.

He buried his head in the computer every day, and frankly said that he would take a job title exam, and if he passed, he could be promoted to one level. She was very happy to hear it, but in addition to being happy, she found that because of this so-called professional title exam, it had become a Normandy line of defense, completely blocking the world of love between the two people.

Every night, if Fang Yun is emotional, lying in a warm and comfortable futon, watching boring TV series, she will hope that Yan Hao can also put down everything in his hand at this time and get into bed, they can play some sex games that they haven't played for a long time, they can snuggle up together, and whisper.

If she went to call Yan Hao at this time, he would definitely not turn his eyes, leave the screen for even a second, and coldly refused: You go to sleep first, I'm not okay here.

Fang Yun was suddenly interested, as if a rotten persimmon had been stuffed in his mouth, and he was bitter in his heart. She ignored him angrily, and slept by herself, sleeping whenever he liked.

On such a night, Fang Yun suddenly thought, I don't know how many times I have spent?

Later, he slowly began to form a habit, Fang Yun slept first, and Yan Hao didn't know when he would go to bed by himself. When Fang Yun got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, she could feel a hard object around her, tightly wrapped in a quilt. At this time, Fang Yun was still a little down-to-earth in his heart, but this big living person was still by his side. She was so frightened that she woke up one night to find that there was no one around her.

Sometimes Yan Hao was tired, so Fang Yun would sleep by himself in advance, and when Fang Yun checked Zexi's homework, settled his daughter properly, and then cleaned up by himself, when he returned to the bedroom, he was already snoring.

Fang Yun was helpless and couldn't wake him up, so he had to gently get into his quilt.

This boring and depressing life is long and endless......