Chapter 1170 I Lost My Wife.

"Qi Wang, do you understand what I mean? You are not wrong. It is me who is wrong. It is because I don't want to continue this marriage. It is because I want to reflect the value of my life. It is because I don't want to be tied to you again."

Yan Shanyue blamed herself for the failure of her marriage.

Facing her like this, Qie Wang felt even more that he was a heinous bastard.

Seeing Yan Shanyue with a calm face, Xi Wang's heart full of expectations gradually sank.

There is a kind of pain that spreads to the whole heart little by little from there, as if the heart is being pinched in the palm of an invisible hand, kneading vigorously.

His lips slightly opened and closed several times, as if he was experiencing some violent ideological struggle.

Finally, he asked: "Shanyue, is there really no possibility between us?"

Yan Shanyue closed her eyes lightly, and nodded: "Yes, Qie Wang, for the sake of us being husband and wife, please let me go..."

There were tears in Xie Wang's eyes.

Her words were like sharp knives, another knife was added to the already stabbing heart.

He tried to put on a completely distorted smile on his face, and whispered, "Shanyue, I understand what you mean, but you are a patient now, and I should take care of you. We are husband and wife after all, and I take care of you." You, it's better than hiring a strange nurse."

Yan Shanyue didn't hold on anymore.

She really didn't need to be persistent anymore.

She is indeed in a lot of inconvenience now.

"it is good."

Yan Shanyue agreed.

"Then you rest, I'll go out for a while."

After Xie Wang finished speaking, he walked to the stairwell outside the ward.

He took out a cigarette and sat on the small balcony outside the stairwell to smoke it.

The temperature outside is very low, about ten degrees below zero.

His fingers holding the cigarette were a little stiff.

The biting cold air covered his mouth, nose and breathing with a thin layer of frost.

These external physiological reactions are not as cold as my own.

At this time, I was really disheartened.

He smoked one cigarette after another until his whole body became numb before returning to the outside of the ward from the small balcony.

He stood at the door of the ward, hesitant to go in.

In this world, the most painful thing is probably what he is like.

The wife who was once the most familiar and intimate has become the stranger he is most familiar with.

He took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and walked into the ward, where Yan Shanyue was already asleep.

He looked at Yan Shanyue's face, as if he had returned to the day when he first saw Yan Shanyue.

That day, the sun was like a fire.

She is standing in a field of sunflowers with a brush and drawing.

Someone called "Yue'er", she turned around brilliantly, the smile on her face was like the bright morning sun.

That day, she lived in his heart.

Later, she became his wife.

Later, he lost her.

The night of snow last night covered most of the empire in a blanket of white snow.

Li Qingcang had a good night's sleep in the guest room last night, and when he came back here, he felt extremely relaxed, as if this courtyard isolated everything in the world, and he didn't wake up until dawn before he knew it.

He went to the kitchen as before.

In the kitchen, only Uncle Qiu was preparing breakfast.

"Uncle Qiu, you only prepared breakfast for three people? Where's my grandfather?"

"The old chief went to the temple on the mountain just after dawn."

While adding firewood to the stove, Uncle Qiu answered Li Qingcang's question.