No, how is this possible?

How could he still call his deceased wife's name when he did such a thing with her?

Luo Yunle remained motionless, letting Mu Zhihang kiss her and strip off her clothes.

Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, and her heart hurt as if it had been cut by a knife.

It turned out that he never really accepted her from beginning to end, and he never forgot his deceased wife.

She thought that the general's attitude towards her had improved these days, and she thought that the general had discovered her goodness.

But......

But the reality is not what she thinks, and she will never be as good as a dead person.

The royal brother once said to her, saying: The living can never compare to the dead, as long as the living do not die, then the dead will live forever.

If the person you cherish, the person you want to protect, and the person you love are gone, then it will be difficult for such a person to appear again in the future.

She didn't believe it yet, but now, if she doesn't believe it, she always lived in a dream before, but reality gave her a knife, a hard knife, straight to the heart.

Pain......

The pain in the body is far less than the pain in the heart.

It hurts... It hurts...

It hurts like I'm going to die.

Why? Why do this to her? Why, why, why?

The next morning, after a few faint thunderstorms, the sky began to rain for the first time since the beginning of summer, and the rain flowed down the eaves, and began to form a line like beads with broken threads.

Layers of rain clouds obscured the rising sun, and the air seemed so oppressive.

Luo Yunle opened his eyes slightly, and there was a sharp pain on his body.

Everything last night is still vivid, vaguely what happened just now, and Mu Zhihang next to him is still asleep.

Looking at his good-looking face and resolute edges reminded her of the first time she saw him.

At that time, he always had a smile on his face, high spirits, high spirits, and always a wireless sparkle in his eyes, but later, when his wife died, he never saw him again.

But she still loves him, this love is ten years, no one knows how she has come through these ten years, only she knows best in her own heart.

Before you know it, tears are flowing.

She cried, choked, and cried loudly at the end, until she woke up Mu Zhihang, who was asleep.

"Yunle ......"

Mu Zhihang sat up violently, looked at himself in clothes and legs and Yun Le in tears, and thought back to everything last night, he slapped himself in annoyance.

"Yunle, I'm sorry, last night..."

But he couldn't say the latter paragraph.

How can a man justify what he did by being drunk, he really can't say it, but he doesn't know how to face Yunle, so he puts on his clothes, picks up his sword and runs out.

Yun was happy to see this, and cried even more sadly.

Is it rare that she doesn't let him see him like that?

She should have guessed that the general hated her, which is why he found out that he had done that to her and slapped himself.

They are fathers, and the round house is a natural thing, so why should they say sorry.

There was only one reason, the general didn't want to touch her.

"Susu, what should I do? What to do? Mu Zhihang ran directly to the grave of his deceased wife, and in the torrential rain, he beat the ground frantically, and was hoarse with the sound of crying through the rain.

He hasn't cried since he beat his dead wife.

The man bleeds without tears, but today, he is sorry for the two women, sorry for the dead Susu, and even more sorry for the current Yunle.