Chapter Two Thousand and Forty-Three Injuries that don't hurt are harder than painful

There was a click, and the bathroom door opened.

Ye Weilan turned around and looked over with a soft gaze.

Xiao Yechen was dressed in black and looked black, his black hair was still dripping with water, and his translucent white cheeks were dyed a few traces of crimson by the heat.

The eyes are facing each other.

Xiao Yechen was stunned for a moment, and a layer of ice quickly formed under his eyes.

He looked at Ye Weilan with a faint gaze and didn't speak.

Ye Weilan came into contact with his son's cold eyes, and his heart felt like a hole had been broken, and he was coldly filled with the wind.

She walked to the bathroom, took a hot towel out, squatted down in front of Xiao Yechen, and wiped his hair.

During the whole process, Xiao Yechen was motionless, his eyes as beautiful as black gems were covered with a layer of ice crystals, and the brilliance was cold.

It's not a deliberate coldness, but I really don't care anymore.

Ye Weilan gently wiped his hair, she didn't cry, and there was no sad expression on that soft face.

She carefully wiped his hair, and raised her hand to arrange his clothes, making sure that there was nothing wrong with him, before she lowered her hand and stared at his face.

"Xiao Jiu is taller and thinner." She smiled, as if the gap between them had never existed.

Xiao Yechen ignored it.

Ye Weilan didn't force it, she stretched out her hand to take this small body into her arms and closed her eyes.

If it was possible, she even wanted to stuff Xiao Jiu and Xiao Xue Rebirth back into her stomach.

She gave birth to them, but she didn't protect them, and let them suffer so much at such a young age.

If they were born in the past time, she would be the best and best mother in the world, and together with Qi Ye, she would raise them healthy and happy.

Pity......

There are no ifs in this world.

Xiao Yechen didn't resist her embrace, he was like an ice crystal doll, his face was expressionless, as if the woman holding him was not his mother, but a person who had a trading relationship with someone.

Because she gave birth to him, she is qualified to hug him.

In the same way, when she gave birth to him, she had an obligation to raise him.

So, indifferent, heart-wrenching, cruel dividing line.

How could a person as smart as Ye Weilan not understand the attitude expressed by his son?

She was powerless to explain.

There's nothing to explain it.

It is a fact that she owes this child.

It was she who pushed her well-behaved and lovely son away again and again.

No matter how affectionate the words were, they couldn't melt the coldness and darkness in his heart.

She even ......

There are no guarantees that he will be compensated later.

After her, no one knows where.

The estrangement between mother and son is far from being solved by pale words and tears.

Xiao Yechen was born to her, how could she not understand the meaning of her son's affection?

When she saw the child for the first time, she knew that her baby could never go back.

She lost her once well-behaved and lovely Xiao Jiu forever.

This realization should be more painful than a thousand cuts.

But Ye Weilan didn't feel any pain at all, she didn't even cry.

The human heart is so strange, when it hurts, it will tell you that it is sad, but sometimes it hides the pain, not wanting you to know how sad it is, afraid that you will not be able to bear it.

An injury that doesn't hurt is more difficult to treat than a painful injury.

Mother and son embrace, the closest blood distance in the world, but it only feels that it has never been far away.