Han Jingnian was about to meet Xia Goodnight's fingertips, and suddenly paused in mid-air.

This is not my home...... What does she mean by that?

When he was puzzled, Xia Goodnight, who was squatting on the ground, spoke up again: "This is not my family...... He said, did I give you my name on the title deed of this house? ”

Hearing this, Han Jingnian's heart tightened for no reason, causing his breathing to be suffocated.

"It's not my family, even if we're married...... It's not my house either...... Everything he has to do with me ......"

Han Jingnian felt that his heart was like being stung by a bee, and his heart ached.

When he was angry, did he hurt her so deeply if he didn't choose what to say?

"I never dared to look for him for something...... I spent my birthday alone, I spent my Chinese New Year's Eve alone, and I spent the Mid-Autumn Festival alone...... I've always been alone...... He never thought I was part of this family......"

Don't dare to look for him...... She said she didn't dare to look for him...... Can't...... Dare......

The word "dare" was like a sharp knife, stabbing into Han Jingnian's chest.

She had never looked for him for something, and he was angry and unwilling to do so, thinking that she was unwilling to have anything to do with him, until now, he didn't know that it was not that she didn't look for him, but that he didn't dare to ......

As she said, he has never accompanied her for a holiday in the two years since he and her were married.

After going to the old mansion for dinner on Chinese New Year's Eve, he and her will part ways, she will go home, he will go to work or attend a party; During the Mid-Autumn Festival, he sometimes travels on business and sometimes works overtime...... So in the past two years, all those festivals where everyone is gathering and carnivaling, has she spent it alone in this house?

"I don't like the sheets in this house, but I don't dare change them...... I also don't like these curtains, although they are beautiful, they are not warm enough...... I wanted to have a cat, but I didn't dare because it wasn't my house and I wanted to change the balcony into a flower house......"

The girl's voice became a little choked.

Drunk, she didn't notice that there was someone behind her, she was immersed in her thoughts, and she was still muttering.

"The toilet bulb was broken, I changed it myself; The sewer was blocked, and after I couldn't figure it out myself, I called the property owner to get it; Last fall, I had an acute gastroenteritis in an ambulance that I called myself, and I've always been alone in this home......"

Han Jingnian felt like he was trapped in an airtight environment, unable to escape, unable to breathe.

This suffocation and dullness suppressed his whole person, as if he was about to explode at any time.

He had been tormented, she had been too alienated from him, but he had forgotten that she had always been like air to him until he paid attention to her.

He never cared about her, and even when she entered Han's business, it was mentioned by her grandmother and sister-in-law in front of him, and he didn't care.

He had never fulfilled his responsibilities as a husband, and although he and her were married, they were like two unrelated parallel lines, and they had never intersected......

The girl didn't speak anymore, her fingertips sliding over the wall.

After a while, the pain in Han Jingnian's chest subsided, and he stared at her white fingertips for a long time before he could see clearly that she was writing one "positive" word after another.

What does it mean for her to write the word "positive" repeatedly?