"I cooked porridge, you can drink a little." Other than that, I don't know what to say.
As I approached, the green tea suddenly jumped away from Chi Ri's arms.
He looked at me with a gloomy face.
I didn't understand where I had provoked him, thinking about the reaction of green tea just now, I understood, he should not suspect what I did to green tea, right? !
I thought it was kind of funny and really laughed.
"Chi Day, we have been together for seven years, am I just a cat-abusing pervert in your heart? 」
He reached out and rubbed his eyebrows, looking like he didn't want to communicate.
"I didn't mean that. 」
I didn't speak.
He turned around and went to the kitchen to serve porridge.
I saw him take a sip and frowned and put down the spoon, but he didn't say anything.
I stood in the corner and stared at him, like a gloomy wandering spirit, and the ghost spoke: "Chi Day, you don't like to eat the food I cooked, you can not eat it, no one forced you." 」
Just like if you don't love me, you can't marry me.
If you want to divorce, you can also say it directly.
But....
Can you not make me feel that everything I do is wrong?
Can you not make me feel that I am an outsider who can be driven away at any time?
Can you please not let me.... So sad.
It's sadder than death.
The image of him wiping his ex's tears was like a dull pain belated.
Like a sharp knife, it cut through my heart, pierced my bones, and stabbed my soul.
If there really is hell, then it is in the basement downstairs.
Chi Ri looked up at me, his narrow eyes mocking.
The spoon was thrown into the sink and the porridge was dumped into the trash.
I saw him talking, but didn't know what he was talking about.
Tinnitus started again.
I was silent.
Before I was dying, my love was also dead.