I didn't move again, and leaned silently into his arms.

In fact, this is the first time he has hugged me like this, without outsiders.

But I just want to shrink, I just want to escape.

For a long time, I felt a little sleepy and closed my eyes.

When I was confused, I suddenly felt my prosperous body move, and the next moment, the warm palm touched my cheek.

Prosperity never kissed me, not even on my wedding day.

Over the past three years, I have dreamed countless times that he was holding me, kissing me, and caressing me......

The heat is like fire, the obsession is like spider silk, and the intoxication is like wine......

Just like at this moment.

However, when I woke up, all that awaited me was silence in the room.

I've been married for three years and haven't even experienced my first kiss.

Since I was a child, some people have said that I am beautiful, sensible and well-behaved, have good grades, and have a wealthy family...... But in the face of my husband, I couldn't even ask for a kiss.

Actually, I haven't had this dream since I knew I was sick.

After all, life is gone all of a sudden, and it doesn't matter if he kisses me or not.

It's just that I didn't expect to drink some wine today and dream again.

I dreamed of it, but I still felt ...... It's sweet.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel sad in my heart.

Reaching out and caressing his cheek, he was relieved.

In the dark, the prosperous eyes are also dim, like a pair of matte black gems.

I stroked his cheek and whispered, "Thank you." ”

Thank you to him in this dream, who often comes to me to be close to me, comfort me, and give me wonderful hallucinations.

It is precisely because of these hallucinations that I have been hopefully persevering in this cold and cruel marriage.

"But you don't have to come again......"

That's it.

Recognize the fact that he won't treat me well, and let him go, and let himself go.

"Bang-"

With a loud bang of the car door, a cold wind poured in, and my mind suddenly cleared up a little.

Outside the car window is the back of the bustling departure, walking away in the night.

Scold......

Sure enough, no matter how beautiful the dream is, it is illusory after all.

In reality, he left me the warmest moment, which was his back.

I sat in the car for a while before I got out of the car slowly.

In front of you is a small light yellow cottage.

It's our home.

From the inside to the outside, I carefully decorate and bustle almost never return home.

The north wind in the early hours of the morning was bone-chilling, and I wrapped my blazer tightly, feeling very weak all the way.

Although I know that this is mostly due to drunkenness, I have to say that such a sense of powerlessness is really scary-

Dying slowly is really much more torturous than swallowing medicine impulsively.

When I entered the villa, I no longer had the strength to sit down on the sofa on the first floor.

At this time, the servants were asleep, and the whole first floor was quiet.

I unfastened my clothes and took them into my arms.

Familiar smells lingered.

It was as if he was still holding me.

My head started to hurt again, and my eyes turned a little.

I was looking for medicine, only to find out where my bag had gone.

For a while, that sentence echoed in my ears again:

What kind of medicine do you take? Just die.

yes, I really care about that.

Even I knew it himself, and he thought I was lying.

But if the green peacock told him so, he must have at least ...... You'd like to see it checked, right?

For me, it's so easy to conclude that I'm lying.

Actually, I didn't want to cry, but my eyes were sour, and the tears seemed to have life, spontaneously flowing out.

It dripped onto the blazer, and it was a piece of water in the blink of an eye.