Chapter 648 Psychiatric Prison Murderer No. 036 (82)

I don't know how long it took, but Fu Weiwei slowly woke up in the hospital bed while receiving intravenous fluids.

My vision was a little blurry, so when I looked up, I saw Xilin beside me, leaning on his head and sleeping in a daze.

"Xilin." Fu Weiwei's pupils shrank, he woke up almost immediately and called out his name, but found that his voice was a little hoarse.

She was stunned for a moment, and then she remembered what happened before she fainted.

That woman's always so confident and bright smile seemed to be provocative, as if it was carrying a sharp knife, piercing deeply into her heart.

And Xilin. Whenever he stood with that woman, his eyes would never fall on him.

Whether it was resentment, hatred, or tenderness, it seemed that all his emotions belonged to that woman. But now, his thoughts and soul had passed away forever with the departure of that woman, leaving only a gentle and gentle look.

Empty skin.

Whose sorrow is it, hers or his.

Tears gradually blurred her eyes

Fu Weiwei suppressed his voice and cried silently.

She really just wants him to be happy. She doesn't want to force him. She really doesn't want to

The ward was a little deserted. Except for Xilin who insisted on staying, there were only some people left when Fu Qiran left.

Or maybe it's just to give the two of them space to be alone.

Fu Weiwei knew that her brother-in-law still had important things to do. He had been very busy recently. She didn't dare to ask, and she didn't dare to complain. She was just a little bit confused.

The two people she regarded as the most important did not belong to her in the end. In the end, she was the most miserable one.

Xilin held his face, tilted his head, dropped his chin, and woke up.

"Are you awake?"

He was stunned for a moment, and after seeing the tears on her face, he was silent for a while, as if he didn't know what attitude to use to face her, so he curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled just a little reluctantly.

Xilin stretched out his right hand with a white leather glove, pulled up the quilt for her, and said in a gentle tone: "Have a good rest. The doctor said that you can't be sad anymore recently."

Not sad? Why don't you tell her not to be sad? She wants his sincerity, not his reluctance.

Fu Weiwei watched Xilin peel an apple for her, but the more he did this, the more tears flowed down his face.

How did the young master of Sichaer's family learn to peel apples? Wasn't it the time when the little girl he loved so deeply held his arm so intimately, pestering him coquettishly, asking for him?

Peel an apple for her.

So. Slowly, first time raw, second time ripe. Now he is holding a fruit knife and lowering his head to peel an apple for himself. What is he thinking in his mind? Is it the same scene when he peeled an apple for that girl?

What I miss is still her.

Fu Weiwei felt that she could not pass this hurdle. She could not forget the girl's confident and proud eyes. That scene lingered in her mind. She was smiling, with a face like a flower, but like a devil.

Every time I see him, I can't help but imagine the sweet and affectionate scene between him and that girl.

He has never let her go, so who does he mean? She really wants to find a man who can peel apples for her wholeheartedly. If he doesn't know how, she can teach him.

Rather than wallowing in self-pity here.

Fu Weiwei opened his eyes and watched as his tears fell on the quilt and sheets beside him, gradually getting wet.

She said softly, using the little strength she had left: "Cancel the engagement, cancel it, Xilin."

Xilin was stunned for a moment, then handed her the peeled apple, his voice still so gentle but making her feel extremely cold: "You're already awake, why are you still talking nonsense?"

"I'm not talking nonsense, I'm serious," Fu Weiwei smiled wryly to himself, but still reached out to take it, "Let's cancel the engagement, Xilin."

The air around him was silent for a moment.

Fu Weiwei looked at his face, not missing the slightest change in his expression, and couldn't help but smile bitterly at his own self-humiliation.

"Is it because of me and Jiaoyang?"

"I"

"Will your uncle agree? Or is it your own decision?" Xilin raised his head, his soft lips, and his eyes were gentle and cold, "If he is not angry and agrees, then I have no problem here. Since you mind, then I

I don’t want to force you.”

The man's face was pale and bloodless, and his lips raised in self-mockery: "After all, who wants to marry someone who can't even control his fiancée, who is cuckolded one after another, who knows nothing about it and dare not speak out?

There’s no need for a man.”

"Xilin is not a useless man!"

Fu Weiwei was stunned and quickly retorted, "Yes, that woman is so hateful!"

His eyes looked over, and Fu Weiwei froze, clenching the fist that was not on the intravenous drip: "I, how could I care about what you did before? It's too late to feel sorry for it. But... I know that you have never let go of that

Woman, so, me.”

She bit her lower lip: "Maybe I don't want to force you."

Xilin's eyes were a little distracted and he fell into memories. Didn't he let go? He really thought that he had let go. He was strong enough to let go of that woman, but in the end he found that everything was just self-deception.

"You're right."

Fu Weiwei, who had been holding his heart in his arms, heard his final answer and completely lost his last hope.

Her eyes darkened.

"I admit that I still can't forget that woman until now," Xilin raised the corners of his lips, his smile a bit forced and bitter, "But just now, when your brother-in-law and I swore that I would treat you well in this life,

Compensate for the harm caused to you."

Fu Weiwei suddenly raised his head.

"Perhaps I still can't promise you that I can forget her, but I will definitely be good to you and try my best to forget that woman. If one year doesn't work, I will use two years. If two years doesn't work, I will use three, four, or five years.

Years, ten years. One day, I will let her go completely."

Xilin looked at her: "This is my promise to your brother-in-law in the name of Si Chaer."

"Uncle." Fu Weiwei's eyes turned red again. She really didn't know that her uncle, who was usually indifferent to her, was secretly taking care of everything for her.

"Is it really possible?" Her voice sobbed, "I'm not asking you to completely forget that woman, but when she stands in front of you, don't choose to ignore me anymore. After all, I am your fiancée.

I just want to make myself less pathetic."

Fu Weiwei finally couldn't help it, covered his face and burst into tears.

Xilin stepped forward to protect her and let her lean on his arm. His voice was gentle and apologetic, suppressing a certain part of his heart that hurt so much that he couldn't breathe: "I'm sorry, there won't be another time."
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