The Beauty of Trial Marriage

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update for a hundred days of trial marriage: the latest chapters from my husband!Ling Qianmo met Ye Zi'an the day before Old Ling was buried.

She has been lying on the hospital bed these days, and no one has seen her except the doctor and nurse changing dressings.

However, in just a few days, she looked like she had lost more than ten catties, and she was extremely thin.

Ye Zi'an's eyes darkened, and he took a few steps to grab her hand, "Shallow."

Didn't it mean that she has always cooperated with the treatment and eats regularly?How can you be so haggard like this.

Ling Qianmo didn't withdraw his hand either, but looked at him with his eyes open, "Ye Zi'an, can I ask you something?"

"We don't use this word between us." Her tone and expression were so fragile that he felt distressed.

"Tomorrow is the day when Grandpa goes out for funeral, I want to go back."

She said she wanted to go back, not that she wanted to go back.

The man did not speak, looking at her with complicated eyes.

"Ye Zi'an, speak up."

"Okay, I will arrange this matter." Her emotions were tense, and he could only support her shoulders and reply in the softest tone.

His voice was too gentle, and his caring attitude towards her was like protecting a fragile baby.

Ling Qianmo looked at his eyes, and the suppressed emotions rushed out. She wanted to question him why, but she moved her lips a few times and couldn't ask.

But the emotions in her eyes were too obvious, and Ye Zi'an saw so much sadness and blame.

The hand holding her shoulder slid down, grabbing her weak boneless hand, the tentacles were cold.The temperature made him feel uneasy, as if she might disappear at any time.

"Qian Qian, what's the matter with you?"

After a long while, Ling Qianmo slowly raised his head to look at him. His black and white eyes were so pure that there was no trace of impurities. "I have been thinking that maybe Xia Xueying and Ling Qianxin are right. For people like me, existence itself is a Wrong. It has no effect except harming the people around you."

The man frowned, a panic rushed into his heart, and it took a long time to calm down, "Grandpa still remembers you at the last moment, where do you think so, where do you put him?"

She murmured and smiled, "I have been thinking these days, I have nothing to do with him, why should he remember me?" The eyes were a little moist, "Actually, the damn person is me."

"Shallow..." He rubbed her into his arms at once, "These are not your faults. If you really want to blame, blame me."

Blame him?!

Yes, she really should blame him.

However, if you blame him, you must take him to heart.

But she wanted to forget him more.

After a long time, she slowly moved his hand away, "Ye Zi'an, I don't blame you, that's too tired. But I can't forgive you. So, just let it go."

She said so be it.

The uneasiness in the man's heart grew stronger. He stretched out his hand and wanted to hug her again, but was thrown away by her expressionlessly.

"I would rather never know you in this life."

***

On the day that Ling Lao was buried, the sky was lightly raining.

Ling Qianmo didn't know what method Ye Zi'an used to allow her to leave the hospital, leave the surveillance of the police, and appear here.

At this time, she just wanted to give Grandpa the last time.

But the moment Ling Qianxin saw her appearing, she slapped it over, "Ling Qianmo, why do you still have a face to appear here."

Ling Qianmo didn't evade, and he slapped him abruptly, his face was surprisingly calm and solemn, "I'll see Grandpa for the last time."

"Send Grandpa the last time? Oh, you deserve it too."

Ling Qianmo raised her eyelids and glanced at her, "I just want to send Grandpa off, I don't want to fight with you."

"If it weren't for you, how could Grandpa pass away?" Ling Qianxin became excited and raised his hand with another slap. "He was saved, and the hospital has clearly found a matching bone marrow. It's all because of you, all because of you!"

Ling Qianmo was beaten to the side of her head. She didn't open her umbrella, her hair was already wet from the rain, and she was wet on her face, feeling very embarrassed.

When he heard this, his pale face became whiter and more transparent.

But she still didn't have any expressions, just stood up again stupidly, "You hit and beat, you scolded, can you let me see Grandpa?"

"You..." Ling Qianxin, who looked like she was dead, became more and more angry, and wanted to slap her again.

"Okay." Ling Liangsheng, who had been watching coldly, finally said at this moment, "Isn't the Ling family miserable enough for you and your mother? What do you want?"

Ling Qianmo moved her mouth, her face sickly and haggard, "I just want to see Grandpa off."

"Let's go, you have nothing to do with our Ling family, so you don't need to send it." After speaking, he turned and left with He Yue and Ling Qianxin.

Ling Qianmo stood there, watching them get in the car and head to the cemetery.

The cold rain fell on her, pouring cold from head to toe.

An umbrella stretched out from the side, Ling Qianmo raised his eyes and faced a pair of dark and deep eyes.

The big black and white eyes gradually turned red, and the hatred in them was almost satisfied.

But in the end, this emotion still disappeared in her eyes little by little like broken stars.Then he turned around without saying a word, just walked forward step by step in the direction where Ling Liangsheng and the others had left.

The man's eyes fell into a deep understanding, raised his hand and threw the umbrella, strode over and hugged her sideways, "Do you know where the cemetery is? Want to walk over like this?"

She was in his arms, extremely quiet and motionless, even her eyes did not change at all.

Ye Zi'an put her in the car, bowed her head and fastened her seat belt, "You are not healthy yet, you can't get caught in the rain. No matter how you hate me, don't punish yourself like that."

She still did not speak.

All the way to the cemetery, the Ling family stood in black on the green grass, very solemn.

Ling Qianmo didn't approach, she didn't want to have a conflict with Ling's family at this time, making her grandfather uneasy even to leave.

Before grandpa was alive, she could not see him for the last time because she couldn't pass the hurdle in her heart.

At least after his death, so that he can walk quietly, no longer see them conflict, can not feel at ease.

"Qian Qian, don't look like this." Seeing her desperate, wanting to get close but not daring to look, Ye Zi'an couldn't tell, "Only when you are well, grandpa is under Jiuquan, can you feel at ease."

Ling Qianmo supported the tree next to him, digging deep into the trunk with his fingertips, tearing pain in his heart.

"I'll take you back first, okay." He said, trying to hug her.

Ling Qianmo stepped back aside, avoiding his hand, not speaking, just standing stubbornly.

He stared straight at the direction of the tombstone for a moment.

Ye Zi'an looked at her with distress and sadness that even passers-by could see.I tried to stretch out my hand to take her away several times, but in the end I was able to hold it back. I could only silently take off the suit jacket and put it on top of her head to protect her from the rain.