The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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Wen Shan had dinner and packed up the tableware before going upstairs.

After Wen Shan entered, she glanced down at her arm. Today, she didn't change the medicine. From now on, she will change the medicine herself.

Wen Shan walked to the bed. After sitting down, she reached out and took the medicine on the table. Her right arm was shaking unconsciously. She knew that she still couldn't face her arm directly.

Forget it, go close the window first.

Wen Shan thought, but when he got up and wanted to close the window, he realized that not only the window was closed, but even the curtains were closed.

She closed it herself?

Wen Shan reached out and patted his head, remember for three seconds?

Why is there no impression at all.

It's like we always wonder if we have locked the door after going out, so we have to go back and take a look.

So now Wen Shan is in her arms, is this your own concern?

Strange.

Wen Shan took off her three-second memory and slowly took off the shirt outside. There was still gauze on her arm. The edge of the gauze was dark, wrinkled skin that was not wrapped.

Wen Shan's eyes deepened slightly, and he slowly reached out to uncover the gauze. The completely burned skin became wrinkled due to dehydration. The burned marks that were treated still had no way to completely remove the dark pigments, the white left arm In contrast to the almost deformed right arm.

Wen Shan's uncontrolled left hand almost crushed the ointment in her hand.

Unable to accept this psychological shock, Wen Shan directly dropped the ointment in his hand, slowly slid on the ground, buried his head in the left arm to deceive himself, as if he could not see it, he could pretend not to know.

Nalan Chunbo pushed open the door and went in, looking at the woman who was crying muffled by the bed, probably afraid of disturbing others.

Nalan Chunbo picked up the ointment on the ground, and then slowly passed by and sat down next to her. Her eyes fell on her arm. The muscles in the corners of the eyes tightened a bit, and even he was shocked to see a man.

Nalan Chunbo reached out and grabbed Wen Shan's arm, but Wen Shan was like a frightened bunny. The next second he suddenly looked up and struggled frantically, trying to cover his ugly arm with something.

Nalan Chunbo controlled her shoulders and pressed people in her arms, keeping her right arm shoulder held with one hand, not letting her struggle too much and tearing the wound.

"Let me go, you let me go." Wen Shan tried to struggle, but struggled with his strength, she didn't want him to see her arm.

Nalan Chunbo could feel her excitement, her cry was dumb, and there was fear in it that would be discovered by him.

But he didn't know how he would tell her, tell her that he didn't care, and tell her that it wasn't that scary.

Therefore, at this moment he could only hold her like this, listening to her crying, feeling her trembling.

When Wen Shan was crying tired and crying, he was completely quiet in his arms.

Nalan Chunbo's lips fell on her forehead, "Shanshan, we always have to face, you and me, there is no need to face it alone."

Wen Shan did not speak, perhaps because she was tired of crying.

Nalan Chunbo did not force her to speak, but took the ointment, carefully re-medicated her, and then put on a new gauze.

After doing all this, Nalan Chunbo took Wenshan to bed, and then pulled over the quilt to help her cover it, being careful not to press her arm.

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