He even hated her crying silently, as if she had been wronged. He didn't mean anything to her, so she couldn't help but say in a rough voice, "An Xia, don't cry."
She had been holding back tears of grievance, but now with his unkind tone, tears fell uncontrollably down her face.
Turning sideways, with his back to her, he buried his face in the white pillow.
She didn't know why, but she just felt the urge to cry.
Isn't she used to his indifference and dominance? Why should she cry weakly? It's so embarrassing. It's even more embarrassing to cry in front of Yan Shaodi.
She suddenly turned her back to him, and Yan Shaodi suddenly felt that his damn pride was hurt, and became furious, "An Xia, turn around."
"It won't turn!" She choked. She just won't turn. If you have the ability, bite her.
He gritted his teeth and almost impulsively pulled her over. Considering that her hand was still in extreme pain, he managed to hold back his anger.
Staring at her back fiercely, she was speechless for a long time.
He was so angry with the same woman again and again that he almost lost his mind.
He obviously cared about her and was worried that she would feel scared here alone, so he wanted to stay here with her all night, but he didn't expect that she didn't accept her favor at all and tried her best to drive him away.
Did he just not want to see her?
This extremely hateful woman, thanks to him, he tried his best to protect her, but she didn't appreciate it at all, damn it!
Clenching his fist tightly, if she was not An Xia, he would definitely beat her; but if she was not An Xia, no woman would be treated like this.
Conflicting and complicated anger mixed together, he turned around and left the ward. The door slammed shut, as if it hit An Xia's heart hard.
A sudden sense of loss gripped her heart like a big hand.
The tears came more violently.
The silence in the ward gave her a deep sense of fear.
I remember the feeling of hesitation and helplessness I had when I was a child, when I first arrived at the orphanage.
She was only three years old, and she couldn't even remember what her parents looked like, let alone whether she was very happy before she was three years old, but the feeling of being abandoned was still so clear that she couldn't forget it.
The three-year-old girl was sitting on a cold wooden bed, in a cold room, alone, with no one holding her arms, no gentle voices telling her stories, and even the food was so cold that she couldn't eat it.
There was also the cold dark night, and three-year-old An An had no idea when her endless fear would end.
If Sister Li hadn't taught her a tolerant and kind character later, and told her that adults had no choice but to decide things, her character would have become very extreme.
Despite this, she was still afraid of the cold night today.
I don't want to be abandoned, I don't want to be alone, I long for the warmth and stability I have never had.
Warmth and stability.
What a greedy idea.
When she opened her eyes for the first time and the person she saw was Yan Shaodi, she felt a certain sense of stability, but the sudden joy overwhelmed her.
Why would he give her such an illusion?
stable?
She was just his mistress, and in his heart, he regarded her as just a tool to vent his physical desires. How could she have such an undesirable longing for him?
She heard what Yan Shaodi said to An Yingying, but it was too painful and she forgot about the shock.