Mr. Lu from a Famous Family Dotes on His Sick Wife

Her name was Qiao Wangshu, which meant welcoming the light, but later, there was no sunshine in her world. In three years, time has healed innocence and stopped the blood, but it has not been able to cover up the scars on my heart. The reunion was caught off guard. Qiao Wangshu clenched his wine glass and tried his best to hide it, but could not hide the confusion in his eyes. She was dressed in a red dress, with exquisite makeup, and tears flashed in her eyes: "Who are you?" "Lu Li." She turned around proudly, but her smile was filled with tears: Then Lu Li, tell me, who is Jiang Bieli? **** When they met again, Lu Li, who was dignified and elegant, and her half-sister Li Qingyan, who was innocent and famous, came together. The harmonious scene made her eyes red, but she gritted her teeth and told herself that she had a stomachache, which brought tears to her eyes. At the door of the villa, he stood in the darkness, hugging her from behind; "Wangshu." His tone of voice was gentle and caring, with deep nostalgia. Qiao Wangshu pushed away the embrace: "Mr. Lu, we are not familiar with each other." "Wangshu, I'm Jiang Bielie, I know you know." "Mr. Lu, Jiang Biele died three years ago on the day we were going to get married!" **** Later, a hospital examination sheet was exposed on the Internet. Qiao Wangshu, a talented painter who was envied by everyone in City A, turned out to be a lunatic! As soon as the news came out, everyone was in an uproar. The scars deep in the dusty memories were gradually revealed. Lu Li held Qiao Wangshu in his arms. He cried and she laughed. "You tell me what to do if you want me to do it!" Men's tears are different from women's. The sadness comes from the deepest part of the heart, and it only bursts out when it hurts so much. She smiled, coquettishly and coolly: "Maybe I can really let go of you if you die."