Chapter 1170: I lost my wife.

"Qie Wang, do you understand what I mean? You are not wrong. It is me who is wrong. I don't want to continue this marriage. I want to reflect the value of my life. I don't want to be tied to you again."
Yan Shanyue took all the faults of the marriage failure to her own body.
Facing her like this, Qie Wang felt even more a heinous bastard.
Looking at Yan Shanyue with a calm face, Xi Wang's heart full of expectations gradually sank.
From there, a kind of pain spreads to the whole heart little by little, just like the heart is being pinched in the palm of the hand by an invisible palm, kneading vigorously.
His lips slightly opened and closed several times, as if he was experiencing some violent ideological struggle.
Finally he asked: "Shan Yue, is there really no possibility between us?"
Yan Shanyue gently closed her eyes and nodded: "Yes, Qie Wang, for the sake of us being a husband and wife, let me go..."
There were tears in Qie Wang's eyes.
Her words are like sharp knives, making another knife to the already stinging heart.
He tried his best to put a completely distorted smile on his face, and whispered, "Sugyuki, I understand what you mean, but you are a patient now. I should take care of you. We are a husband and wife after all. I take care of you. You are better than hiring a stranger."
Yan Shanyue did not persist anymore.
There is indeed no need for her to be persistent.
She does have a lot of inconveniences now.
"it is good."
Yan Shanyue agreed.
"Then you rest, I'll go out for a while."
After Qie Wang finished speaking, he walked to the stairwell outside the ward.
He took out a cigarette and sat on the small balcony outside the stairwell to smoke it.
The temperature outside is very low, about ten degrees below zero.
His fingers were a little stiff.
The biting cold breathed a thin layer of frost on his mouth, nose and breath.
These external physiological reactions are not as cold as my own heart.
At this time, I was really discouraged.
He smoked one cigarette after another, until his whole body became numb, and then returned from the small balcony to the outside of the ward.
He stood at the door of the ward, hesitating to enter.
In this world, the most painful thing is probably his kind.
The wife who was once the most familiar and closest wife became the stranger he knew best.
He took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked into the ward, where Yan Shanyue was already asleep.
He looked at Yan Shanyue's face, as if back to the day when he first saw Yan Shanyue.
That day, the sun was like fire.
She was standing in a sunflower field and painting with a paintbrush.
Someone called "Yue'er", she turned around brilliantly, with a smile on her face like a bright morning sun.
That day, she lived in his heart.
Later, she became his wife.
Later, he lost her.
The night of snow last night covered most of the empire in a blanket of white snow.
Li Qingcang slept beautifully in the guest room last night, and when he returned here, he felt particularly relaxed, as if this courtyard had isolated everything in the world, and he didn't get up until dawn.
He went to the kitchen as before.
In the kitchen, only Uncle Qiu was preparing breakfast.
"Uncle Qiu, you only prepared breakfast for 3 people? Where's my grandpa?"
"The old chief went to the temple on the mountain just after dawn."
Qiu Shu put firewood into the stove while answering Li Qingcang's questions.