When the car collided, she felt a pain in her abdomen, and then liquid slid down the inner wall of her thigh, and she struggled to look up to see Fang Luchen sitting in another car.

She smiled so brightly, like a devil.

She always thought she didn't like herself, but she wouldn't do it to herself.

"You know what? At that time, I was in so much pain. ”

A line of tears burst out of his eyes again.

"I clutched my stomach and sat there weakly, watching her drive into me, then back of her way and crashing into me again."

"Do you know how much pain I was in at that time?"

Hearing this, Fang Yabo's hand on the doorknob trembled subconsciously, and his hand almost slipped off.

Fang Yabo subconsciously raised his head to look at his wife, but found that his wife had turned her head sideways, opened her eyes, and looked at him calmly, as if she didn't care about the tears on her face.

His panic and panic just now seemed to be completely caught in her eyes.

He was about to say something, but found that his wife had turned her head and seemed unwilling to say a word or look at him again.

Fang Ya pursed his lips and was silent for a few seconds, clenched his fists, and the look on his face was very ugly. took a deep look at his wife lying on the bed, closed the door and strode away.

Fang Luchen!

As Moran's husband, he had never seen his wife look like this in front of him.

Do you know how much pain I have?

The moment she asked, he seemed to feel it. His heart is like a knife! He took the black box and saw it.

Saw the scene of his sister driving into his wife.

Three times, if it weren't for a passer-by risking his life and directly breaking the window to pull Fang Luchen out to stop him, otherwise his wife would have died on the spot.

I hurt so much, these three words were like a spell, deeply binding his heart and making him breathless.

He didn't dare to stop, he didn't know how many people's blood was stained in his hands, but when he saw his wife dressed in blood, he realized that he had never been so frightened.

He would be afraid of blood!

He would give her an explanation, even though it was his sister.

Moran Ember looked at the white wall in a daze, his eyes were empty, and the whole person lay quietly on the bed, like a fragile porcelain doll.

Moran Ember knew he was gone, and she heard the sound of his departing steps.

It's just that this walk seems to have taken away her heart.

Heartbroken, all Moran Ember thought of were these four words.

She didn't know what face she should use to face her husband. Maybe it's because he hasn't been together for too long, so he prefers to trust his sister than a woman who has been married and lived with him for ten years.

After all, it's a loved one.

Although she is his wife, she is not the person who has accompanied her since childhood.

It's just that the consequences of all this should not be borne by her children.

She had even opened her eyes to see the world before she left. Her child saved her, but she, the mother, could not save her own child.

She's a real failure.

Moran Ember slowly reached out and wanted to touch his stomach. But after his hand froze in the air, he slowly retracted.

A line of tears swept across Moran's cheek again, moistening the pillow towel layer after layer.

Moran Ember didn't know when he fell asleep, or when he woke up. In her consciousness, her world was already day and night.