My ex-husband was in so much pain after I left

Yan Jiuli was startled, and instinctively wanted to withdraw her hand.

But the man held it too tightly, tightly, as if if he let go, he would fall into the endless abyss and never see the light again.

"Ayan, don't go, don't leave me."

The man's eyes were closed tightly, and he muttered pitifully.

His body was as cold as winter ice, and his breathing was as light as a thin feather, as if it would disappear in the next second.

Yan Jiuli reached out and touched the man's forehead.

It was discovered that the man had developed a high fever without knowing when.

The whole person is also groggy, and the body leaning on the stairs is also slowly sliding down.

Yan Jiuli tried his best to drag him slowly back to the shore.

She cursed in her heart, but—she couldn't just watch a seriously ill patient lie here, drenched in the cold wind all night.

In this case, even if you don't die, half your life will be gone.

But if you call someone now, your identity may be exposed immediately...

After thinking about it, Yan Jiuli finally decided to drag him to the garage little by little.

After avoiding several cameras, Yan Jiuli finally dragged him into the car.

Panting, he got into the driver's seat and got the key from Lu Shaoqin.

Yan Jiuli drove the car all the way back to Lu's house.

Then dragged the man into the house, stripped off all the wet clothes on the man, went upstairs to get a bath towel, and wrapped him up.

While doing these things, Lu Shaoqin suddenly opened his eyes.

His gaze stayed in the air for a few seconds, and then fixed on Yan Jiuli's face blankly.

"Ayan."

He suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged him tightly: "A Yan, it's really you, you're finally back."

With nowhere to escape, Yan Jiuli was hugged tightly in his arms and struggled slightly.

Immediately, the embrace became tighter, and warm liquid flowed down Yan Jiuli's neck and into her clothes.

Yan Jiuli reacted for a moment before realizing——

It turned out to be Lu Shaoqin, who was crying.

But why is he crying?
Because he thought she had already died in that plane crash, and what came back now was just a wisp of her soul?

But, didn't he want to send her away?
So whether she is dead or alive, what difference does it make to him?

"A Yan, don't go, promise me, never leave me again."

His voice was hoarse, with a crying sound that made people feel heartbroken.

Yan Jiuli didn't know how to respond. What's the point of talking about Lu Shaoqin now?

"Ayan, are you talking?"

Lu Shaoqin backed away a little, grabbed Yan Jiuli's shoulders with both hands, and his eyes were fixed on the woman's face and body obsessively.

As if I couldn't get enough of it.

"A Yan, don't scare me, please, don't leave me again, okay?"

He approached, and gently kissed Yan Jiuli's brow and eyes.

Another kiss, mixed with tears, landed on the corner of Yan Jiuli's lips.

Tears trickled down the lips to the tip of the tongue, extremely bitter.

Just like what she has been going through for three years.

She raised her hand and firmly pushed the man away.

The weak man was pushed down on the sofa, but his eyes were fixed on Yan Jiuli, for fear that Yan Jiuli would disappear if he missed it by a second.

"I'll get you some medicine."

Yan Jiuli couldn't stand his hot gaze, and wanted to make an excuse to escape.

However, Lu Shaoqin held her tightly and begged to speak: "Ayan, don't go. Even if it's a dream, I beg you to stay with me for a while."

He pulled the woman into his arms, and then hugged her from behind with both hands.

His head was deeply buried in Yan Jiuli's shoulder.

Satisfied sighed.

"A Yan, do you know how sad I am to hear the news of your departure?"

"You are so cruel, just ignore me like this. Only in the dream, you will smile at me gently..."

"But I couldn't sleep. Even though I took sleeping pills and forced myself to lie on the bed, when I closed my eyes, I would see the image of the plane exploding."

"A Yan, I'm scared, I'm really scared."

Lu Shaoqin was talking nonsense in a daze.

Yan Jiuli didn't know whether he was awake or unconscious.

I don't know whether these words are for her or for myself.

She just sat there quietly. She never knew that Lu Shaoqin, who was gentle and could talk about love, was so touching.

He is no longer the indifferent Lu Shaoqin who would smile mockingly and spit out harsh words.

At that moment, he carried a fragile sense of beauty, so broken that it made people feel distressed.

"I always thought that only you would never leave me..."

He said, and then heavily lowered his hands.

Yan Jiuli hurriedly turned around, confirmed that he had just fallen asleep, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Tears flowed down the corners of her eyes and dripped onto his tightly holding her hand.

Her heart ached uncontrollably.

She raised her hand and touched his face weakly, probably because he was still suffering from a high fever, the man's brows were deeply frowned, showing a bit of fragile childishness.

"Lu Shaoqin, this is the last time I will take care of you."

Yan Jiuli went upstairs to find medicine, and then she went to the kitchen to boil some hot water.

Forcefully pour the medicine into the man's mouth, and then force the man to swallow it with water.

It took a lot of effort to get everything done.

Yan Jiuli stood up, looked around, and finally sneaked into the basement while Lu Shaoqin was still asleep.

In the far corner of the basement, there is a notebook.

It was Yan Jiuli's favorite book when he was in high school.

However, above, there is no record of any word.

On each page, a profile of Lu Shaoqin was drawn with a ballpoint pen.

That was the man she secretly loved when she was young, and has been in love with him for eight years until now.

Brushes and diaries record everything, but their stories have come to an end.

It's time to say goodbye.

She walked slowly to the porch, then she turned her head and took a deep look at the house where she had lived for three years.

The sofa in the living room was chosen by her.

Big enough and soft enough.

She thought back then that she could lie on the bed with him and watch TV together, arguing all day over who was better-looking, the heroine or the supporting actress.

In the end, she was willing to let him and coax him according to his words, because she loved him, so she did not hesitate to cater to his preferences against her conscience.

She also secretly bought the small decorations on the handrail at the stairway.

She thought that he would carry her into the bedroom every day who fell asleep watching TV, and then, he would kiss her deeply on the forehead, and enter into a sweet dream with her.

She thought countless times about her married life.

I have thought about countless, beautiful interactions between them.

At that time, what kind of hope did she have in her heart when she walked into this house with him.

But she never knew that this would be a cage that imprisoned her for three years, cutting off all her beauty.

After all, she forced it...

She shouldn't expect things that don't belong to her, try her best, and end up with nothing.

In this house, she originally thought that she could grow old hand in hand with him and record the stories of their lives.

But it turned out that in just three years, all her enthusiasm could be wiped out.

Lu Shaoqin, farewell...

She turned around, and the door of the porch closed silently behind her.

This time, no more nostalgia.

This time, I hope we will never see each other again!