Chapter 2236
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She doesn't want to be an example to her children, but she wants a clear conscience. It's just that Xiao Fengting's existence has already made her lose face. In the future, if he marries Lin Weian, she will become a junior who destroys other people's families. Outsiders will not care whether she is voluntary or forced. She will only become her most despised existence.
In this life, she just wants to seek a true love and find someone who is really good to her. She can give everything for the person she likes, but the person she likes is naturally and constantly taking from her. Even if she knows clearly that what she has, there is only a little bit better than nothing left.
Self esteem, freedom, health, everything has been taken away by them, and now, Xiao Fengting has to take her last dignity from her.
This topic has been suppressed in the bottom of her heart ever since she knew his marriage date with Lin Wei'an. She dare not say it, for fear that she will collapse. She didn't know what to do. No one would come to save her, not even herself. She has never had a choice. She has always been arranged by others. No one will ask her whether she is willing or not. Even if she is not willing, no one will pay attention to her thoughts.
It's such a miserable existence, so miserable that I feel that I can't do anything like this. Fate is like a thin thread, and she is the puppet under the thin line. No matter how hard she struggles, life is controlled by the stringer.
Xiao Fengting dug her face out of her arms.
His hands hold her small face, the voice is heavy: "there is me, no one will look down on you."
Tang Qing looked at him with a pale face. She seemed to be at last desperate. She closed her eyes tremblingly. Her long eyelash root rolled out a string of water drops.
No matter what she said and how many times she resisted, he would not understand.
Everything is futile, she has no chance to leave here, he will not let her go, no matter how unbearable the identity, she will accept.
Countless tears rolled out of her eyes and wet the fingertips of Xiao Fengting holding her small face. She began to cry, closed her eyes, and silently mourned, as if she had completely despaired of him.
For so long, after returning from London to Tongcheng, she never seemed to cry in front of him, not once.
Most of the time, he felt that she had accepted her life.
Xiao Fengting slowly released his hand. He sat there, at a loss, not knowing what to say.
What he can do for her can only come to this point, the rest, he can't let go.
He took a cigarette out of his cigarette case, and he stopped in the shade of a tree and smoked in silence.
Tang Qing curled up on the seat with her legs in her arms. She buried her face between her legs. She was silent. She couldn't see if she had stopped crying.
I don't know how long after that, Xiao Fengting drove again and drove slowly to Xiaofu.
Tang Qing went upstairs alone.
This is the end of the dialogue.
Just like every time before, it ended without a disease.
*
at the end of October, Downing came back from the United States.
She looks thinner and darker than she was three years ago, but she's healthier and stronger.
When she saw her, she came to say hello to her lively, "are you back?"
Don nodded.
Tang Ning curiously leaned over and looked at the ball of wool in her hand. "What are you knitting?"
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She doesn't want to be an example to her children, but she wants a clear conscience. It's just that Xiao Fengting's existence has already made her lose face. In the future, if he marries Lin Weian, she will become a junior who destroys other people's families. Outsiders will not care whether she is voluntary or forced. She will only become her most despised existence.
In this life, she just wants to seek a true love and find someone who is really good to her. She can give everything for the person she likes, but the person she likes is naturally and constantly taking from her. Even if she knows clearly that what she has, there is only a little bit better than nothing left.
Self esteem, freedom, health, everything has been taken away by them, and now, Xiao Fengting has to take her last dignity from her.
This topic has been suppressed in the bottom of her heart ever since she knew his marriage date with Lin Wei'an. She dare not say it, for fear that she will collapse. She didn't know what to do. No one would come to save her, not even herself. She has never had a choice. She has always been arranged by others. No one will ask her whether she is willing or not. Even if she is not willing, no one will pay attention to her thoughts.
It's such a miserable existence, so miserable that I feel that I can't do anything like this. Fate is like a thin thread, and she is the puppet under the thin line. No matter how hard she struggles, life is controlled by the stringer.
Xiao Fengting dug her face out of her arms.
His hands hold her small face, the voice is heavy: "there is me, no one will look down on you."
Tang Qing looked at him with a pale face. She seemed to be at last desperate. She closed her eyes tremblingly. Her long eyelash root rolled out a string of water drops.
No matter what she said and how many times she resisted, he would not understand.
Everything is futile, she has no chance to leave here, he will not let her go, no matter how unbearable the identity, she will accept.
Countless tears rolled out of her eyes and wet the fingertips of Xiao Fengting holding her small face. She began to cry, closed her eyes, and silently mourned, as if she had completely despaired of him.
For so long, after returning from London to Tongcheng, she never seemed to cry in front of him, not once.
Most of the time, he felt that she had accepted her life.
Xiao Fengting slowly released his hand. He sat there, at a loss, not knowing what to say.
What he can do for her can only come to this point, the rest, he can't let go.
He took a cigarette out of his cigarette case, and he stopped in the shade of a tree and smoked in silence.
Tang Qing curled up on the seat with her legs in her arms. She buried her face between her legs. She was silent. She couldn't see if she had stopped crying.
I don't know how long after that, Xiao Fengting drove again and drove slowly to Xiaofu.
Tang Qing went upstairs alone.
This is the end of the dialogue.
Just like every time before, it ended without a disease.
*
at the end of October, Downing came back from the United States.
She looks thinner and darker than she was three years ago, but she's healthier and stronger.
When she saw her, she came to say hello to her lively, "are you back?"
Don nodded.
Tang Ning curiously leaned over and looked at the ball of wool in her hand. "What are you knitting?"
She doesn't want to be an example to her children, but she wants a clear conscience. It's just that Xiao Fengting's existence has already made her lose face. In the future, if he marries Lin Weian, she will become a junior who destroys other people's families. Outsiders will not care whether she is voluntary or forced. She will only become her most despised existence. In this life, she just wants to seek a true love and find someone who is really good to her. She can give everything for the person she likes, but the person she likes is naturally and constantly taking from her. Even if she knows clearly that what she has, there is only a little bit better than nothing left. Self esteem, freedom, health, everything has been taken away by them, and now, Xiao Fengting has to take her last dignity from her. This topic has been suppressed in the bottom of her heart ever since she knew his marriage date with Lin Wei'an. She dare not say it, for fear that she will collapse. She didn't know what to do. No one would come to save her, not even herself. She has never had a choice. She has always been arranged by others. No one will ask her whether she is willing or not. Even if she is not willing, no one will pay attention to her thoughts. It's such a miserable existence, so miserable that I feel that I can't do anything like this. Fate is like a thin thread, and she is the puppet under the thin line. No matter how hard she struggles, life is controlled by the stringer. Xiao Fengting dug her face out of her arms. His hands hold her small face, the voice is heavy: "there is me, no one will look down on you." Tang Qing looked at him with a pale face. She seemed to be at last desperate. She closed her eyes tremblingly. Her long eyelash root rolled out a string of water drops. No matter what she said and how many times she resisted, he would not understand. Everything is futile, she has no chance to leave here, he will not let her go, no matter how unbearable the identity, she will accept. Countless tears rolled out of her eyes and wet the fingertips of Xiao Fengting holding her small face. She began to cry, closed her eyes, and silently mourned, as if she had completely despaired of him. For so long, after returning from London to Tongcheng, she never seemed to cry in front of him, not once. Most of the time, he felt that she had accepted her life. Xiao Fengting slowly released his hand. He sat there, at a loss, not knowing what to say. What he can do for her can only come to this point, the rest, he can't let go. He took a cigarette out of his cigarette case, and he stopped in the shade of a tree and smoked in silence. Tang Qing curled up on the seat with her legs in her arms. She buried her face between her legs. She was silent. She couldn't see if she had stopped crying. I don't know how long after that, Xiao Fengting drove again and drove slowly to Xiaofu. Tang Qing went upstairs alone. This is the end of the dialogue. Just like every time before, it ended without a disease. *at the end of October, Downing came back from the United States. She looks thinner and darker than she was three years ago, but she's healthier and stronger. When she saw her, she came to say hello to her lively, "are you back?" Don nodded. Tang Ning curiously leaned over and looked at the ball of wool in her hand. "What are you knitting?"
