Yang Jingqiu looked at the man in front of her in a daze. She couldn't help but think of the time she spent with him all those years ago.
He seemed to still be the same. He seemed to have changed a lot, but it also seemed like nothing had changed.
She remembered that he would take off his clothes for her in the cold wind, that he would take her to the seaside to watch the fireworks, and that he would take her to climb the mountains to see the morning sun... ...
She remembered that he had made a tank model out of a shell casing and given it to her. She remembered that he would put on the ugly scarf that she had knitted and show it off everywhere. She remembered that he would wait for her downstairs in the middle of the night just to personally tell her happy new year... ...
Yang Jingqiu's tears could not help but fall. She could no longer face him with a cold face.
When she cried, Mo Zhaolin's heart ached. He supported himself with the wheelchair and sat beside her. He pulled her into his arms and gently coaxed her, "you're crying the moment you see me. You're trying to take my life. "
The man's embrace carried a faint medicinal fragrance. Yang Jingqiu's entire body was initially stiff.
It had been too long. This familiar yet unfamiliar warmth made her heart swell with bitterness. There were countless heartaches and wrongs, unspeakable heartache, and even more, there were unexplainable thoughts that turned into illness.
Under Mo Zhaolin's gentle comforting, Yang Jingqiu gradually calmed down.
He gently patted her back and slowly said, "Yan Cheng is our child. "
Yang Jingqiu slowly raised her head to look at him, as if she had heard a joke. "Mo Zhaolin, are you injured and your brain damaged? Even if you can't accept the fact that I'm with Zhao Xingan, you don't have to lie to yourself to deceive others. "
Mo Zhaolin raised his hand to gently wipe the tears on her face. His deep eyes looked straight at her and slowly said, "that night at the hotel, the person who had sex with you was me, not Zhao Xingan. "
This time, Yang Jingqiu was completely stunned.
Mo Zhaolin slowly said, "when you and Zhao Xingan were planning to get married, I secretly rushed back. I originally thought that I could magnanimously wish you happiness, but I couldn't just watch you belong to another man. "
Mo Zhaolin paused for a moment and continued, "so I plotted to have sex with Zhao Xingan instead of Li, and arranged for another woman to be with him. And the person who was with you that night was me. "
Yang Jingqiu looked at him in a daze. That night, she had drunk quite a lot and was quite drunk. In her daze, she only remembered that the man that night was exceptionally rough, as if he had gone crazy and was tormenting him.
She thought that it was Zhao Xingan, and even after she sobered up, she felt that it was not so hard to accept doing such a thing with a man she did not love.
Therefore, he and Zhao Xingan got married later. Not long after they got married, they found out that they had a child.
After the child was born, she and Zhao Xingan also spent more than a year together. She grew more and more disgusted with that man, to the point that it was unbearable.
She did not allow Zhao Xingan to touch her, and she mocked and ridiculed him in every way to provoke him.
Sure enough, not long after, Zhao Xingan could not stand it anymore and asked for a divorce.
But she did not expect that the person that night.. Was Not him.
"When I knew you were giving birth, I rushed back to see you. However, when I left the hospital, I met Yan Cheng, who was on his last breath, " Mo Xiaolin said slowly.
At that time, the child was thin and small. He did not move at all, and there was not the slightest sound of crying.
He thought that the child was already dead, but before he left, he found that his lips were trembling slightly.
He frowned and carried him back. He asked many doctors to help him with treatment and care.
At that time, many doctors said that he would not be able to survive, but he just had to endure it day by day. He barely managed to endure it.