But if those are inevitable, if they can’t avoid becoming other people’s wives and husbands, what can they do if they are sad?
Or does every marriage end with regrets?
But it’s already done.
Or they are destined to pass by each other, but they regard each other as the most important thing.
"Read the magazine for a while," he suddenly said, breaking the silence in one room.
Gentle this just get up with a magazine on the head.
"My hand hurts, please read one."
After a gentle delay, he remembered that he read to himself when he was pregnant.
This is called the wind and water turn?
Gentle and willing to turn to the directory and ask what you want to hear?
"What is it?"
"Documentary emotions and life and … humorous stories"
"Then it’s documentary."
Gentle nodded slightly as if this is more suitable for both of them.
The title is "Contract in Trouble".
He listened quietly.
A paper contract loses all three.
"It turned out to be a lose-lose situation, and our words would be a lose-lose situation at most." Gently pick your eyebrows and mumble.
He was lying next to her, watching her eyes widen slowly. The story said that a rich woman was killed. Oh, my God.
"Well, luckily it’s a woman," he said.
"What?" Gentle doubt asked
"If it’s a man, you’re going to set me up again."
Gentle …
Well, she admitted that she had a little chat and read it to him little by little.
It’s so quiet when you walk for a second, which seems slow but not long, and then it’s only a few minutes.
When she looked up after reading an article, she saw that he had closed his eyes and fell asleep. She could not help but gently put the magazine away and then got up and covered him.
To be honest, all her memories are of him taking care of her, her brothers and sisters, her mother and grandmother taking care of her growing up and then taking care of her married life.
Now it’s finally my turn to take care of him.
It’s better to think of it as no debt to each other. In the future, no one will be entangled in who paid more in those years.
It was his physical injury that made her feel bad when she remembered it.
Then she tried to leave, but he caught her.
Gentle and low eyes looked at holding his wrist, and his big hand couldn’t help but swing in his heart and then didn’t move.
Just look down at the man in front of him. He looks so good when he sleeps.
She loved him so much that she didn’t even say those three words. They were divorced.
Marriage is like a piece of paper with two strokes. Later, the words on the paper became more and more messy … Then the paper was finally punctured by the refill.
