She was bored. He could tell at a glance.
Wu Xuewei nodded, indicating that she understood. Then, she planned to walk away.
Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed. Feng Churui stood behind her and lowered his head slightly. “You don’t know many friends. Stay by my side. HMM? If you’re bored, I can accompany you to chat.”
“No need. I brought a male companion.”Seeing he jingyan not far away, Wu Xuewei broke free from his hand and walked quickly to he jingyan.
She did not know how she should face him now.
Did she hate him?
She hated him!
Did she give up?
She gave up.
The moment she lay on the operating table and felt the child slowly flowing out of her body, her heart had already died.
Two years of torture, in exchange for a month of sweetness, and finally endless pain.
She had really had enough.
Every time she thought of her first child, she felt that she was a sinner, and he was also guilty.
Wu Xuewei could not forgive herself, much less forgive him!
