Chapter 409 The Red Second Generation’s Abandoned Forr Wife (62)
Bai Weiwei didn’t cry, or show any grief. She just went silly for a few seconds. Her eyes were watery and sowhat empty.
She touched her abdon in a trance.
Su Shian’s heart tightened, then he heard her whisper: “That’s fine, this was not a child that was expected to be born.”
This sentence was more unbearable then hearing that the child was lost.
Su Shian’s breath stagnated for a while, before he loosened the teeth he had gritted and the bleak lancholy appeared on his face.
Confronted with her expressionless face.
He found his throat felt as if he was being strangled by a rope, and even breathing took all of his effort.
All of his comforting words beco powerless bitter water, bitterness drilling back into his heart.
Bai Weiwei’s voice was light and airy, “Su Shian, do you rember the first ti we t?”
Su Shian tried to recall, afraid of saying the wrong mory. Those mories were blurred. He couldn’t wait to hamr his head.
Why couldn’t he rember much of their childhood?
Bai Weiwei didn’t need him to answer, “At that ti, my parents had just died. The first ti I entered your house, I was nervous and scared.”
Su Shian’s nose felt sour.
After so long, the images were so blurry that he even forgot when she had entered his house.
Bai Weiwei turned her head, her eyes shining with moisture.
“I hid behind Grandpa, afraid to peek out at my new ho. And then I saw you standing at the stairwell.”
Su Shian only recalled, at that ti he was ordered to et the new sister and his heart was particularly resistant.
Bai Weiwei revealed a nostalgic smile, “You rushed downstairs towards , shoved a little cake at , and called ii.”
Su Shian finally rembered. He was especially upset at that ti. He had wanted to go out and play, but Grandpa had insisted he give a present.
After he quickly shoved things to Bai Weiwei, he turned around and ran out to play.
Bai Weiwei smiled, “Although you soon left, but I thought this brother was very good looking, the cake was also very sweet. Perhaps it was that mont when you moved my heart.”
Su Shian’s eyes were a little sour. He bowed his head and rubbed his hands uncomfortably.
Bai Weiwei reached out just when Su Shian looked up. Her lush, pale fingers gently fell on his face.
Su Shian felt the slight warmth of her stomach reach him through her fingers. His cheeks beca hot.
Bai Weiwei’s smile gradually grew, and the water in the eyes increased. Her voice trembled, “I loved you for so many years, but let this love beco your burden. You have been very troubled.”
Su Shian’s lips and tongue were stiff.
He clearly should retort, but in front of her clear eyes, he couldn’t say a word.
Because indeed, for a while, he was tired of her heavy love.
Bai Weiwei said softly: “I’m sorry, it was my own wishful thinking to love you.”
The remark horrified Su Shian.
He held her hand in his. His lips were a little stiff. He opened his mouth a few tis, but finally only one sentence was left, “You loving , is my honor.”
This sentence was almost carved into the depths of his bones.
How lucky he was to be able to receive her love for so many years.
Bai Weiwei was pleased, as though trading years of love to get this sentence was enough.
Then she slowly withdrew her hand, “So it is. Love or no love is not important. I am very tired.”
Su Shian wanted to say it was important, but when he saw her exhausted look. His heart tightened up and he couldn’t bear to disturb her.
He pushed his wheelchair out of the ward, and then he stopped at the door.
For a long ti, he could not move any further.
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