Gu Chaohan didn't speak, picked up the bowl and spoon that fell on the quilt, and put them on the table next to him.

Then, I found a clean quilt to change into.

Su Yan's gaze slowly moved down, and when he landed on the back of his reddened hand, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

After a long time, she raised her eyes and looked at his face fixedly, "Gu Chaohan, do you really love me?" ”

The man's action of changing the quilt stalled slightly, "Yes." ”

Maybe in her eyes, his forcible occupation is not worthy of love, but he does love her, but the means are too extreme.

Since he was a child, he has believed in a creed that what he likes should be firmly grasped in his hands, even if it is in the form of forcible possession.

He is not a saint, and he can't do the great and selfless way to let go of her hand and return her freedom.

So he kept her by his side, even if she hated him.

"But I don't believe it." Su Yan shook her head, she never believed that he really loved her, "To love someone is to respect, to give her freedom, not to possess." ”

Gu Chaohan retracted his gaze and coldly dropped his sentence, "There are many ways to love, but the definitions we understand are different. ”

Respect and give her freedom...... Oh, it sounds good, if he doesn't forcibly keep her by his side and possess her, how can he love?

Su Yan was defeated, and he didn't even have the desire to argue with him.

She should have known a long time ago that they were people from two different worlds, and her reasoning with Gu Chaohan was tantamount to playing the piano to a cow.

How can a person like him understand love?

It doesn't even make sense.

"Gu Chaohan," Su Yan sighed, "Just take it as if I begged you, you let me go...... You first killed the person I loved, and now you kill my child, we will not have a good outcome, even if this marriage continues, it will only bring endless pain, and I will not be with you. ”

He killed the two most important people in her life, how could she be with her without guilt?

Hearing her mention that child, Gu Chaohan's eyes also sank a little.

Gu Chaohan raised his head, his cold eyes were no longer forbearing, and he crushed the last tenderness, "Su Yan, that's also my child!" ”

It was an accident and a consequence he didn't want to see.

Without a child, she suffered, and the pain in his heart was no less than half a point of pain in her heart.

If there is a child between them, even if she still hates him, the child may become a bond between them, and as long as he is there, they will not be like enemies every day.

He longed for the birth of that child more than she did.

"But you killed your own child with your own hands!" Su Yan suddenly raised his voice and shouted hoarsely.

"Gu Chaohan, you killed him with your own hands!" She cruelly repeated the reminder, word by word, hysterical, "It was you who killed his existence with your own hands!" ”

“……”

Gu Chaohan stopped talking, and the slightest fluctuating emotion could not be seen on his calm face.

After a while, he spoke up softly again, "I'll go and refill a bowl for you." ”

With that, he took the bowl and spoon he had just made, and turned around and walked towards the bedroom door.

"Gu Chaohan!" Su Yan couldn't help but be a little angry when he saw that he had always turned a deaf ear to his words.

She struggled to get up from the bed, grabbed the pillow in her hand, and threw it at him.

But because of his weak body, he didn't have much strength, and the pillow hit his body, which could only be felt, not painful or itchy.

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