Lucky to Have You Till the End

There was a cigarette **** blown out by the wind between his fingers, and there were more than 20 cigarette butts scattered by his feet.

Under the dim light, he, who has always been handsome and indifferent, is more lonely and lonely.

His thin lips pressed tightly were already purple with cold.

But he still stood motionless like a pen.

If it weren't for his blinking eyelashes, she would have doubted whether he had frozen to death in the ice and snow.

Seeing his sculpted side face, her chest throbbed.

This perfect and cold man gave her the love, dream, and pampering she originally wanted--

However, in a blink of an eye, she severely threw her into **** again.

If he confessed to her from the beginning, she would never fall in love with him.

He seemed to give her everything she wanted, but he was absolutely cruel to her.

Why should she fall in love with him?

Why give her hope and fantasy?

Last night, his proposal, his ring, and his romance made her ready to spend a lifetime with him.

She's so stupid--

From the beginning to the present, she hasn't gotten to know him deeply, has she?

Everything he gave her was an illusion.

Biting her lip, she plucked up courage and approached him.

A few steps away from him, she stopped again.

The bitter cold wind blew towards her, and the faint smell of tobacco from his body drifted into the tip of his nose. She twisted her eyebrows. After learning that she was pregnant, he never smoked in front of her again.

Smelling this familiar and unfamiliar smell, her tears almost fell unbearably.

She sucked the nose that was flushed by the cold wind, she raised her eyes to look at his handsome face without any expression, and said hoarsely, "Wei Mo Chi."

The man who had never reacted, heard her voice, his hand shook, and the smoke from his fingertips fell to the ground, he strode to her, stretched his arms, and wanted to hold her in his arms, but thought of himself With coldness, he abruptly retracted his hand.

He pursed his thin lips and took out the car key from his trouser pocket. After the ignition was turned on, he turned on the heater. He opened the rear door again and said, "It's cold outside, go to the car and say."

His voice seemed to be caught in the cold of the night, muffled and cold, and when it listened carefully, it trembled.

Tang Xinyan didn't catch him, she still closed her umbrella and got into the car for the child in her womb.

He then sat next to her, but his whole body was wet and he did not dare to get too close to her.

She passed the coat she was holding into his hand.

He held her coat, his knuckles, and began to turn white.

In the deep black eyes, like a dead pool with no vitality, he focused on her tightly, for fear that she would disappear before his eyes in the next second.

"I can make up for what you want, and I promise you what you want to do. I know you suddenly learned about this, and you will definitely not be able to accept it for a while. You can blame me or blame me, you can vent to me..."

He stretched out his big palm, trying to hold her hand, but he still didn't touch her and was avoided by her guard.

His gloomy eyes shrank heavily.

She saw the flashes of scars in his eyes, she blinked, and her chest seemed to be severely cut open by a sharp sword.

"Mo Chiwei, I have nothing to vent to you. The truth of the matter has been revealed. Do you think we can still live like normal couples? Although I still don't know why you married me, maybe it is for continued revenge or other reasons. But I don't want to know anymore, I just want to stay away from you now!"