She couldn't force him to have to make a choice.

After all, Mrs. Li is not Tian Xiaofen, and Mrs. Li is an extremely competent and qualified mother.

There are a few mothers in this world who will treat their children harshly like Tian Xiaofen, hoping that she will never recover.

No matter how cruel Mrs. Li is to her, the starting point is all for the good of her son.

This kind of thing, really no one can tell which is right and which is wrong.

"Don't worry."

Li Shenheng clenched the fingers of her hand one by one, and after a long time, he opened his mouth and said such a sentence softly.

"Hmm." Jingwei is not the kind of hypocritical character, and she will not force men to do the kind of mentally retarded multiple-choice question of 'which mother and wife fall into the water together to save'.

As long as he treats her well, then everything else doesn't matter.

"These days, isn't it very hard, because of me, for you to encounter such a thing, and so hard......"

Li Shenheng stroked her cool hair, lying quietly beside his pillow, the distance between the two was so close, there was only each other in each other's eyes, and there was only each other's faces in the pupils.

Jingwei shook her head with a smile: "It's not hard, because my heart is very stable, I know you will definitely come, so I am waiting for the ...... with peace of mind."

"Didn't you think about it, what if I didn't come?"

The corners of Jingwei's mouth curled, and she suddenly leaned over and pecked at the corner of his lips, and her long eyelashes drooped slightly, covering the shallow shyness under her eyes: "If you don't come, it's a big deal, I'll be trapped here for the rest of my life, I've also thought about it, if, I mean, if you come here, you'll die, then I'd rather you don't come......"

"My life will come, as long as I think that Weiwei must be very scared now, he must be waiting for me, then, even if it is a sea of swords and fires, even if I really want to give up this life, I will come to this experience."

Li Shenheng's fingers finally fell from her hair, and the fingers that had been holding guns all the year round had thin calluses on the tips of her eyebrows and eyes.

From such a close distance, you can see the tiny wounds on her face, healed, but still leaving shallow marks.

Suddenly, I thought of the figure that I was half-awake and saw her struggling to drag him out of the swamp step by step with a rattan rope.

"Weiwei, let me see the wounded ...... on your shoulder"

"It's almost ......"

"Show me." He seldom spoke to her in such a tough tone, but this toughness made her heart feel as if it was dripping.

He is her man, the only man he has identified in this life, so why hide it in front of him?

Girls don't let their men feel distressed, that's stupid.

"It's kind of ugly." Jing said in a low voice, unbuttoned the clothes twice, and pulled the clothes on the left shoulder down, revealing the worn red and swollen shoulder.

The medicine has been applied, and the place where the skin and flesh are worn is wrapped in gauze, and the wound cannot be seen clearly, but the entire shoulder is red and swollen and bruised.

He remembered how his beloved girl used to be, and he also clearly remembered how pale and thin Ruan Jingwei, who grew up in that family, was tortured into.

is such a small one, but she has the courage and strength that even he admires.

His gaze fell on the high bulging redness, and gradually, the pinpricks in his deep eye sockets stinged like pins, and he quickly turned his face away, but there was still a line of wet water marks in the corners of his eyes.