3

When I dragged my exhausted body and soul back to my new home, Candi's flight information quietly arrived. The time was set exactly ten days later, the morning that should have belonged to our wedding. I looked up and saw the conspicuous smiling face of the little robot. The huge number on it was ruthlessly counting down to our wedding, and it also became a sign of my departure. Such a coincidence, as if it was God's will.

When Xiao Han came back, I was silently rebandaging my hand. He glanced at the scar on my hand, and his eyes trembled slightly. He sighed softly, squatted down, carefully unwrapped the gauze, and gently wiped my wound with iodine.

" In fact, I treat Su Li well for you," he said slowly, "For so many years, the gap between you and your parents has not been eliminated. As our wedding is approaching, you have no relatives to attend, and there are very few friends. You can't even get together the bridesmaids."

I pursed my lips tightly and didn't respond. Xiao Han and I grew up together, and he knows everything I've been through better than anyone else. My parents have sided with Su Li time and time again, which has already broken my heart. Therefore, when I decided to break up with them, he clearly supported it.

It 's not that I don't have friends, but those friends are all married. And I have always been by his side, because he wants to start a career first, so I have been waiting year after year until now. I have been with him until he is about to enter his thirties, and I have never had a single complaint. However, now he is the first to bring it up and to despise it first.

The boy who once hugged me and said, "You only need me," was eventually drowned by the long river of time. The sudden stinging pain in my hand made me reflexively pull my hand back, but he held it tightly, looked at me with a reproachful look, and then lowered his head to blow on my wound.

" You are so old, but you can't bear this little pain. What would you do without me ?" His words were full of affection, but I couldn't help but doubt the past. Was the tenderness and thoughtfulness of those years just a performance he immersed himself in? And am I really the one who got too deeply into the play?

"I just wanted to ask you, why did you change your clothes? Where is your evening gown?" he asked casually.

"It was broken and thrown away." I answered indifferently.

I lost the desire to talk, but Xiao Han seemed not to notice and talked several times more than usual. After throwing the cotton swab into the trash can, he put away the medicine box while lecturing me: "Have you had enough of the trouble? Do you still think it's not embarrassing enough tonight? Think more before you speak in the future, and don't always hold on to the past."

I quietly watched his back as he put away the medicine box, and a sneer appeared at the corner of my mouth. "Xiao Han, there will be no future for us." I said softly.

He turned around as if he realized something, but all he saw was me fiddling with my phone with my head down.

Back in the room, the empty half wall was particularly conspicuous. The sexy lingerie was thrown casually on the bed. I picked it up and threw it under the bed. However, even so, I still felt that the bed was too dirty to bear, especially when I thought of how they had been entangled on it. My stomach churned and I actually vomited directly.

Xiao Han came out of the bathroom and saw the mess on the bed with a frown. "What's the matter? If people feel uncomfortable, they will look for a trash can or toilet. Why do you vomit on the bed when you feel uncomfortable?" He scolded.

Seeing my pale face, he didn't blame me too much and changed the subject. "Looks like I have to sleep somewhere else today." As he said that, he opened the closet door to find a new bed cover, but accidentally brought out the photo frame in the corner. The photo frame fell to the ground, and the glass shattered all over the floor.

Xiao Han picked up the photos with a guilty conscience, looked at me and explained, "Two of the photos fell off. I was afraid they would break, so I simply put them away. I didn't expect that I would still break one. Go back and tighten the nails and hang it up again."

I responded perfunctorily, took the quilt from his hand and went to the guest room. Xiao Han touched his nose and resigned himself to tidying up the room.