Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life

On the way home, Zhuang Jia sat in the car and looked at her phone.

——Maybe he was on the plane and didn't see the news.

After returning home, she sat alone on the sofa, still staring at the phone.

——Maybe his phone hasn't turned on yet and he didn't see the message.

She changes clothes, drinks water, goes to the toilet...no matter what she does, she dare not let the phone out of sight.

But why?

Why did he still not call? Flying to Jingzhou for up to two hours, what is he doing now? !

At two in the middle of the night, Shen Xinru returned with a tired figure, and saw Zhuang Jia on the sofa in the living room.

She didn't care, and said casually: "Don't play with your phone all the time, go to bed."

Zhuang Jia didn't say a word.

Shen Xinru didn't care about her anymore, and went back to the room by herself, changing clothes and removing makeup for a while, and when she came out, she found that Zhuang Jia still kept her original position, motionless.

"Jiajia? Go to sleep." Shen Xinru frowned and walked over.

When I got close, I realized that my daughter was full of tears, and she was surprised. Looking at the mobile phone in Zhuang Jia's hand, the text message from Zhuang Jia was displayed in the chat box: Let's break up.

What does Shen Xinru do not understand?

"I'm waiting for a call." Zhuang Jia murmured, "He may have just arrived in another place, and the phone is out of power, so I didn't see the news..."

"You can find a mobile phone charging machine anywhere in the airport. How could it be out of power?" Shen Xinru snatched the mobile phone from Zhuang Jia and deleted the contact list without saying anything.

"If he is really interested, no matter how far or difficult it is, he will come back to find you. If he is not interested, you don't have to wait!" Shen Xinru threw the phone to Zhuang Jia and said coldly, "Go wash your face, then go to sleep. "

"Mom..." Zhuang Jia found that Yu Yang's name was missing from the contact list, and her eyes were even more red.

"I would rather you cry because you get old and become ugly than to see you cry for a stinky man! Now go back to my room to sleep!" Shen Xinru said.

Zhuang Jia bit her lip, tears falling down.

She knew she was not promising, but what to do? She just likes, but she can't bear him.

When someone else is broken in love, she can comfort them easily. There is no grass anywhere in the world, and men can look for them in the streets. But when I fell on myself, I realized that it hurts more than heart-digging!

Zhuang Jia returned to her room, put on eye mask, and went to sleep with her eyes closed.

Tears couldn't stop flowing, mixed with the essence on the eye mask paper, quickly became a mess.

She lay on the bed with her eyes closed, feeling in a daze that she was not sleeping, but waiting, waiting for him to sentence herself to death...

...

The next morning, Zhuang Jia woke up.

Sunlight shone into the room through the gaps in the curtains, and fine dust was dancing and wagging in the golden beam of light. The surroundings were quiet and silent, and there was an illusion that time had frozen.

She went to the mirror and looked at herself.

Even though the eye mask was applied, the eyes were still red and swollen and ugly, but today's eye shadow, eyeliner, and mascara can be saved.

The phone remained silent all night, even if she deliberately turned the volume to the maximum, lest she fell asleep and couldn't hear, still no phone rang.

Subconsciously helping him make excuses, it is greed and reluctance.

But if you continue, you are deceiving yourself...

From yesterday to today, in one day, no matter how busy it is, it's time to call back.

Or, he acquiesced to the termination of the relationship after seeing the information.

Or, he thinks Jingzhou's affairs are more important, and come back to explain after dealing with it.

In either case, Zhuang Jia feels that there is no need to continue...

Reason and emotion, like Pegasus galloping in different directions, tearing her whole person in half, **** pain.

Zhuang Jia looked at the mirror, took a deep breath, slowly exhaled long breath, and repeatedly adjusted.

It still hurts.