"I, I'm afraid that some words are too late to say, only, just want to tell you about your feelings. I have always believed in my feelings for Xiaochun, thinking that it is love, but I don't want to end up, I hurt the person I love the most......"

After seeing Gong Ji's desperate eyes, and the moment he heard her say that she had returned her child, he knew that he couldn't live without her. In his life, he will never forget the decisive back of Gong Ji when he left the auditorium, as if he never looked back, never looked back......

He always wondered if he could turn back the clock so that he wouldn't hurt her so badly, and he wouldn't lose their child.

It's just that there is no such thing as if, she returns to him with hatred, how can he not see the confusion and hatred that occasionally flashes in her beautiful eyes?

The woman didn't know how many times she had woken up in nightmares, when it was as if she had run five thousand meters and was sweating on her pillow. He always changed the pillow at night, whether it was sweat or tears, and the next day, she had no memory of having nightmares.

The day after waking up from the dream, she returned to the optimistic Gong Ji. She loved to laugh, but behind her beautiful smile, he saw a thick despair and heartache that could not be dissolved.

He pretended not to know anything, lived happily with her, and took her body again as a matter of course. She also pretended to be happy, and obeyed him half-pushed, half-pushed, half-, and they were both looking for themselves in each other's plays.

He hoped to keep her like this, even if it was her shell. He also thought that time would heal her wounds, and that they would one day be able to return to their former happy life.

He just wanted to be kind to her, her heart, her body had many potholes and wounds, maybe every time he treated her well, he could fill one more wound of her, until one day all her wounds were filled.

He didn't know how to be nice to a woman, over the years, he had spoiled a woman, and that was Luo Chun. Even so, he had never done anything meaningful for Luo Chun.

If he could have been a little more shrewd, he should have known his feelings for Gong Ji a long time ago. If not, how could he impulsively register with her when she proposed to him? If that was just the beginning of his liking, and then everything that gradually got out of control, he should also be able to see his feelings for Gong Ji.

It was he who was blindfolded, and it was his self-righteousness that finally came to this irreparable step.

Before and after being sent to the hospital by Gong Ji, Luo Cheng kept holding on to her hand, his consciousness was scattered, and a voice in his heart was telling him that he couldn't let go, and as soon as he let go, the woman flew away, and she would leave without regret......

Gong Ji's hand was dragged by Luo Cheng very painfully, and the doctor quipped when he saw this: "Mr. Luo is the most amazing patient I have ever seen, with such a deep wound and so much blood, he can still maintain a clear consciousness." ”

Probably the power of love, the fool can also see that Los Angeles did not faint because of Gong Ji.

Gong Ji glanced coldly at the male doctor who thought he was humorous, and the doctor only felt a chill down his spine under her cold gaze.

He didn't dare to squeak anymore, and after making sure that L.A.'s wound was healed well, he hurried out of the ward that almost suffocated him.

"Can I trouble you to let go?!" Gong Ji looked at her right hand that was being clutched, and reminded Luo Cheng that her hand had been grabbed by him for hours.