The Dumb Wife of a Wealthy Family

Introduction: Between men and women, it is just a game of chasing each other. When she couldn't even say "I love you", A kind of despair spread in my heart. * She knew that marrying her was not his intention. So when he balled up the sticky notes she wrote to him every day and threw them into the trash can, She would always pick it up silently, smooth out the wrinkles and store it away, as if she was also healing the heart that was gradually being crushed by him. What is stored away is her hopeless love. Why do you love this man so much? Because when others laughed at her, he was the only one who didn't. But she forgot that he just wouldn't laugh at her. The moment he was forced to marry her, his kindness to her also disappeared. * It's not that I haven't thought about the situation when the two of them meet again. Just under the feasting lights She approached him with a sweet smile Red lips parted slightly: Mr. Fu, long time no see That voice was clear and gentle, and it was actually the best voice he had ever heard. Once upon a time, that cautious woman who suffered from deep self-esteem due to physical defects After having a voice like nature Overflowing with confidence, he walks around the mall with no less momentum than a man. Did he misjudge her, or was this her nature? And the only thing he knows is Maybe he missed the love of his life * From the moment she put down her child and her paintbrush She can never go back Countless days of painful practice of speaking out Countless days of arduous longing for my children Phoenix rises from the fire and is reborn in Nirvana She gave up writing and went into business, embarking on a path she didn't like. But she found that no matter what she could let go of There is always a corner in my heart Can't let go of that person She controls herself rationally Fooled everyone But I can't deceive my own heart * Long after she left, he saw the familiar sketchbook in her room. After opening it, I discovered that there were more than just a lot of his sketches on it. There are also many of her essays, which are very mixed and messy. His tall body sank into the sofa, and the cigarette in his mouth had accumulated long ash. As she flipped through the pages, she seemed to see her painting him with great care. That time he discovered that her notebook was full of his sketches, and her flushed cheeks were engraved in her heart like a brand. In fact, there were many opportunities that could be redeemed, but he missed them again and again. I still remember the day she gave birth, being carried to the hospital covered in blood. And this person should be him, but is not him. His eyes were hot and red, and he didn't bother to pay attention to the ashes falling from his cigarette. He sat there from nightfall to dawn, looking over her thoughts bit by bit, and also left deep traces on his own heart. Abuse, abuse, I love abuse! ! The ending is open-ended, readers, be brave enough to jump into the trap! ! !