After three years of cold war, Xu Ruochu was filled with disappointment and drafted a divorce agreement.
When packing my luggage, I just felt that these three years of marriage, along with the unspoken grievances, should be packed away and thrown away.
A muffled sound of "dong" suddenly hit my ears.
She turned around and saw Gu Huaizhi kneeling on the carpet, holding two things tightly in his palms -
A yellowed and brittle prenatal check-up form, and a notebook with a worn cover, in which the brand and dosage of her allergy medicine were written down clearly, and even her subtle reactions to penicillin allergy were clearly written. They were things she had never seen before.
"Ruochu, please don't leave, okay?" His voice was trembling, and the ends of his eyes were frighteningly red.
"It hurts even if the child is gone. I haven't dared to sleep a full night's sleep in the past three years..."
Xu Ruochu only felt it was ironic.
She recalled that on the day the child was aborted, she was lying on the operating table and shaking all over in pain. She called him and only received a cold "I'm in a meeting";
For countless late nights after that, she huddled in the guest room holding a pillow, while he spoke gently to the other side of the phone in the study.
And now he knelt all night again. This belated confession was worthless in Xu Ruochu's eyes.
There was even a voice in Xu Ruochu's mind warning her that this was not a true confession, but another conspiracy?
