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The Red Second Generation's Abandoned Former Wife (63)

Su s.h.i.+an thought that she decided she wanted to end the relations.h.i.+p that had scarred her.

For her sake, he would now let go. She should have a better life.

Su s.h.i.+an somberly bowed his head. But he couldn't let go of her hand, how could he let go.

He had no time to love her well; she was going to give up.

Su s.h.i.+an looked into the room through the half open door. She was laying on her side, her slim thin back containing a fragile beauty in the light of the day.

He reached slowly as if to caress her back through the air.

"This time, I will love you. One year, two years, ten years, a lifetime……"

Su s.h.i.+an promised silently.

"I'm going to return those days when you loved me, back to you."

【Ding, the male lead's favorability is at 95.】

The system only felt tired. The host simply made the sky in this plane.

It felt that had indigestion, so it knocked on the host, "The favorability has increased. Humans are really strange. Clearly he was completely abused beyond recognition. You put up a wall of separation, but it turned out that the favorability rose."

Bai Weiwei suddenly affectionately recited: "Because of love, ah. Like a flower in the dust, the more humbly suffering the stronger. Because of love, ah. Like a tree on a cliff, the more out of reach, the more the body itches to climb…… That lost love, ah. A woefulness that never leaves……"

The system was in a state of shock, as though the earth crashed into its skull.

"Host you're noisy, how did you get all that from beyond recognition and wall of separation? Laid trough, can't you speak human?"

Bai Weiwei: "I just wrote a tribute to my dead love."

System: "……"

Bai Weiwei touched her face, "After all is said and done, the difference in face is nothing more than that. When Su s.h.i.+an sees me, he finds me pleasing to the eye, so he will begin to regret how he didn't accept when I loved him before."

No one feels pity losing broken copper or rotten iron.

But once you find that you've thrown away a precious stone with the sc.r.a.p metal.

That kind of regret could kill people.

Bai Weiwei: "The more he regrets, the more he wants to recover. As long as I am a gem, then he will be more pained by my loss, and the more he wants to get me back."

And the favorability would naturally creep up.

System: Ah, humans are so complex, very scary, good to beat.

When Bai Weiwei was hospitalized.

Su s.h.i.+an visited the ward every day. His injuries were also serious; after a major surgery the body's recovery process was slow and tortuous.

But he treated it like nothing, running around every day.

On the first day, Su s.h.i.+an suddenly retrieved all the things she had given him.

In fact, when she had previously given him gifts, he would give them away, sending and dumping.

When he considered it again, he simply started hara.s.sing his former friends.

He shamelessly asked people to give back what he had sent.

In order to find what was thrown away, he mobilized everyone to turn the house upside down. If he could find something that she had left behind, he was exceptionally happy.

The next day, he started to learn to cook soup.

A woman needed to nourish the body during the month of confinement1. He practiced for a long time before he could make half a can of soup.

She took a sip and paused a moment.

Su s.h.i.+an was very nervous, "What. A new cook was hired at home, is it not to your taste?"

Bai Weiwei took a deep look at him, only to faintly say: "Very good to drink."

Su s.h.i.+an only felt sweet, like his heart was br.i.m.m.i.n.g with honey.

On the third day, he began to write love letters.

A very old-fas.h.i.+oned, naive letter expressing love, hidden under her pillow.

Bai Weiwei felt the pillow and became startled. She opened it to check and dozens of love letters fell out.

1: 小月子: postpartum confinement, which refers to both the mother and the child immediately after childbirth. I'm not too sure if this is done for miscarriages, too, but it's a pretty common tradition in different cultures.↩