Chapter 1170
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"Xi Wang, do you understand what I mean? You're not wrong. I'm the one who's wrong. I don't want to continue this marriage anymore. I want to reflect the value of my life. I don't want to be tied to you anymore. "
Yan Shanyue took all the blame for the failure of the marriage on herself.
Facing her like this, Xi Wang felt even more that he was a heinous bastard.
Looking at Yan Shanyue's calm face, Xi Wang's heart, which was full of expectations, gradually sank.
A kind of pain began to spread from there to the whole heart little by little, as if his heart was being squeezed in the palm of an invisible hand and squeezed hard.
His lips slightly opened and closed several times, as if he was going through a fierce mental struggle.
In the end, he asked, "Shanyue, is there really no possibility between us?"
Yan Shanyue gently closed her eyes and nodded. "Yes, Xi Wang, for the sake of the fact that we were once husband and wife, let me go …"
There were glistening tears in Xi Wang's eyes.
Her words were like a sharp knife, adding another stab to his already stinging heart.
He tried to put on a completely distorted smile on his face and whispered, "Shanyue, I understand what you mean, but you're a patient now. It's my duty to take care of you. After all, we're husband and wife. It's better for me to take care of you than to hire a strange nurse."
Yan Shanyue did not persist any longer.
Indeed, there was no need for her to persist any longer.
She was indeed in a lot of inconveniences now.
"Okay."
Yan Shanyue agreed.
"Then you rest. I'll go out for a while."
After Xi Wang finished speaking, he walked to the stairwell outside the ward.
He took out a cigarette and sat on the small balcony outside the stairwell to smoke.
The temperature outside was very low, about minus ten degrees Celsius.
His fingers that held the cigarette were a little stiff.
The bone-piercing cold air caused a thin layer of frost to form on his mouth and nose as he breathed.
These physiological reactions outside were not as cold as his own heart.
At this time, he was really disheartened.
He smoked one cigarette after another until his whole body became numb. Then he returned from the balcony to the outside of the ward.
He stood at the door of the ward, hesitating to go in.
In this world, the most painful thing was probably what he was like.
His once most familiar and intimate wife had become the most familiar stranger to him.
He took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and walked into the ward. Yan Shanyue was already asleep in the ward.
He looked at Yan Shanyue's face as if he had returned to the day he first saw Yan Shanyue.
That day, the sun was scorching hot.
She held a paintbrush and stood in a field of sunflowers, painting.
Someone called out "Yue 'er". She turned around brilliantly, the smile on her face was as bright as the morning sun.
That day, she lived in his heart.
Later, she became his wife.
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