Ex-husband, Please Stay

It was a dark and gloomy day. At that time, he was waiting outside Lu Anqi's house day and night, but there was no news of her. Then, after many years, on the day of his marriage with Zhan Yan, she returned with a body riddled with scars.

Luo Meihui sat on the sofa with a cold expression. Ji Ting pulled the corner of his clothes and asked in a low voice, "What exactly happened to you two? Zhan Yan drove away, but she did not even stop her mother. "

"Which way did you go? I'll go find her. " Ji Weiyang frowned, he picked up the car keys and ran out, completely ignoring his mother's complaints.

The sky gradually darkened as neon lights flashed on both sides of the road. Ji Weiyang's car drove very fast, and finally found Zhan Yan's little beetle at the end of the road. The car crashed into a tree branch, and the window of the car shattered. Ji Weiyang's heart was thumping hard, he stepped on the throttle and parked the car, then got off the car in a hurry to check.

The door to the car was opened, but there was no one inside, while Zhan Yan was curled up, sitting under a street lamp at the side. She raised her head and blankly stared at the sky. She didn't even blink her eyes. She was completely immersed in her own world. No one knew what was going on in her head.

"Are you hurt?" Ji Weiyang anxiously hugged her, and only after seeing that there were no injuries on her body did he finally relax.

When the temperature dropped at night, Zhan Yan's body was cold. She hugged her as if she was holding a sculpted ice sculpture. "It's a good thing you crashed into the front passenger seat, otherwise you would have been lying in the hospital by now."

"…"

"Scared? Let me change the car for you. It's not safe if the car is too small. "

"…"

No matter what Ji Weiyang said, Zhan Yan did not react. Her clear eyes were glazed over and there was not the slightest bit of light in them.

"Yan Yan, what's wrong?" Ji Weiyang propped up her pale little face with his palm.

Zhan Yan looked at him, her pitch-black eyes finally focused. Her thin lips trembled, and her voice was even colder than her body as she asked: "Who is Lu Anqi?"

Ji Weiyang frowned as he stared at her. He pursed his lips and did not say a word, the look in his eyes as deep as the ocean.

"Who is Lu Anqi?" she repeated stubbornly.

"A stranger. Why are you mentioning her?" Ji Weiyang replied indifferently, but he subconsciously averted his gaze, no longer looking into her eyes.

There was a long period of silence, and then, Zhan Yan left his embrace. She stood in front of him, her back to him. She nodded with difficulty, her eyes filled with bitter tears.

If he said he was an unrelated person, she would be willing to believe him. If he said he was lying, then she would lie for the rest of her life. At least this way, they could continue all the way to the end of their lives.

Ji Weiyang quietly looked at her back. Her back was thin and thin, with a sense of loneliness and desolation. His heart inexplicably throbbed a few times.