Love?

Song Weiyu looked at Fu Haitang blankly, "You said, I love him?"

She just subconsciously risked her life to protect him, was it out of love?

"Otherwise, how can I explain what you did?" Fu Haitang's eyes were filled with deep disappointment, "Let go, let me go, and stop torturing me."

The man's voice was low and slow, revealing a sense of powerlessness that was inconsistent with his status.

She held Fu Haitang's hand, loosened her grip slightly, and watched the man's hand slowly slip out from her fingertips.

But Song Weiyu really didn't understand. Fu Haitang was obviously her husband, so why would she fall in love with another man?

Is she mentally cheating?

When Fu Haitang's hands were completely pulled away, she felt a huge panic, as if a hole suddenly appeared in her heart, and she felt extremely insecure.

Both hands quickly grabbed the man's big hand at the same time, "I won't let go!"

Fu Haitang turned around and looked at her with an unclear expression.

She looked up with tears in her eyes, "Fu Haitang, you said I loved him, but I don't remember whether I loved him or not. At least now I don't feel anything when I see him."

"I'm sorry I lost my memory, but I didn't want to. I don't want to forget you, my lover and my children..."

Fu Haitang saw her crying helplessly, and watched her grabbing his hands with both hands as if they were a life-saving rope.

I was heartbroken, but I told myself in my heart: Don't make the same mistake again. While she has lost her memory, give her a free and carefree second half of her life, and let myself go.

Song Weiyu's tears formed a line, she wanted to hold them back but couldn't.

The grievances I felt after waking up had accumulated in my heart and had become a fatal flaw.

She had no one to talk to.

But at this moment, she looked at Fu Haitang, holding his hand, and wanted to pour out all her grievances to him.

Because no one knew how scared she was the moment she opened her eyes.

No one knew how helpless she was facing this strange world. She only knew that when she woke up from a nap, her mother who had made a skirt for her the day before had passed away, Han Guanshan had changed, and time had mercilessly thrown her into the future.

Everything around her was like a fog, and she couldn't tell the truth from the false when she was in it.

Her mental and physical experience only showed that she was only 18 years old and had just entered college.

How come half of my life is already over when I open my eyes?

Song Weiyu felt more and more aggrieved as she cried. She looked up at Fu Haitang. What she didn't understand was why she would unconditionally trust this man whom she had only known for a few days.

She trusted him and subconsciously relied on him when in danger, but now he was going to abandon her.

"Fu Haitang, I'm sorry. I don't know what made you unhappy and why you don't want me anymore. But what I can tell you is that I was just subconsciously protecting him just now. In other words, if you were lying there today, I would also risk my life for you."

She cried so hard that she couldn't catch her breath. She wiped her tears before continuing to explain.

"I don't know why, but I feel so bad when I think of you these days. You lied to me, you have a wife... How could you lie to me..."

The sound of sad cries made everyone in the room silent.

Fu Haitang's eyes turned red and she turned her head to hide the mist in her eyes.

She still held his hand, lowered her head and sobbed, "Maybe, I loved him before, but now, I only know that you are the only person I trust in this world, so please don't abandon me, okay? And didn't you say that you love your wife very much?"

Fu Haitang tried to find any trace of lies in her big eyes blurred with tears.

Unfortunately, her eyes were clear and bright due to the tears, revealing her naked trust.

Fu Haitang didn't know how many times he had been obsessed with these eyes, or maybe, from the very beginning, he had fallen in and never climbed out.

Do you want to trust her again?

Maybe to her, it’s just a matter of love or not, just loving deeply or shallowly.

But for me, the stakes are my life on the operating table with only a 20% chance of survival.

Want to bet?

Spend the rest of your life betting on her preference after she loses her memory.

Fu Haitang maintained his usual superior attitude, but lowered his head and looked at her in ecstasy. Her face was very small and full of tear marks, so pitiful.

How could such a fragile woman have the ability to tie him down?

She didn't even have to say anything, just staring at him, and he was about to surrender.

But the bloodstains on Song Weiyu's neck reminded him that all the scars on her body were caused by Chen Fang.

Even Fu Haitang began to doubt herself. Was she going to Han Guanshan on her own initiative to get the antidote or for Chen Fang?

After all, the love she gave him only made him anxious and worried, and he never had the courage to give it back.

Song Weiyu looked at him in silence, touched his wedding ring, and at the same time saw the missing ring finger on her right hand.

A vague image flashed through her mind. She was lying in an iron cage, muttering unconsciously: "Hubby, I'm in so much pain, I miss you so much..."

Fu Haitang followed her gaze and saw her wedding ring.

"Song Weiyu, I may not abandon you now, but if one day in the future you think of Chen Fang and your love for him, will you abandon me again?"

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