Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

Xia Yixuan should have been alive, but Xia Ruoxin was the one who should die, right, some were born to be princesses, while others were used for superfluity, such as her.

She lowered her eyelids lightly, put her hands on her lower abdomen, and her fingers were forced again, as if to sever them.

Is she enough? Lost a few moments as a mother, is that enough?

But, is it really enough? In fact, she was wrong, and she was wrong, and she had to pay a lot, many, so that she could not imagine herself.

She looked around, it really seemed like a cage, not only imprisoned her body, but also all her, and even her soul.

She lay down and retracted her body. It seemed that this was the only way she felt alive, but her fingertips were already cold as snow,

I don't know how long she slept. When she got up, she was still in that position, and the sky outside was already dark. There was only one person in this large room, and only one person was listening to her breath.

She got out of the room and turned on all the lights. She had already been used to this kind of life. There was nothing to fear.

Sitting on the sofa, she took out today's newspaper and just glanced, but her heart was shrunk. It was not someone else. It was her husband. He was holding a woman's waist intimately. Others are speculating when she will be in the main palace, abandoned, and become her ex-wife.

Putting down the newspaper in her hand, she just slightly lashed her eyelashes. Under the milky light, it seemed that she had faintly confused.

It turned out that he could still be nice to other women, except for her.

She stood up, and seemed to be unable to stand the air here, suppressing the dullness, making her unable to breathe, she closed herself, leaning her back against the door, but she still couldn't stop the anger like that. He clenched his clothes tightly with his hands.

It really hurts.

Sore and aching pain.

Unbearable pain.

Endless pain.

Lying on the bed again, she buried her face in the quilt, and did not hear it, and then a depressing cry came from this room.

A black Gao Ji privately stopped at the door and came out of a man in a black suit. His lips were slightly tightened, and a black suit seemed to be fully integrated into the night, together with himself. Together too.

This man always belongs to darkness.

He took his own key out of the hospital, and if the card rang, it went out, all the lights were on, and the corners of his lips seemed to be raised a bit higher, more ironic and indifferent, that Women, are they afraid of people or ghosts.

Taking off his tie, he sat on the sofa and picked up the newspaper on the table. His eyebrow was just a light flick. Another woman who didn't know how to live or die, was his Chu law so easy for her to use? But it was just to accompany him to bed a few times. She really thought that she could fly to the branches to be a phoenix. Apart from Yi Xuan, his wife could only sit on that woman unless she died.

He shoved the newspaper on the table hard, and then stood up. It turned out to be a very deserted room. He opened the door of the master bedroom. Everything here was prepared for Yixuan, but he finally moved in. It is Xia Ruoxin.

Hooked his lips with a smile, and the arc was still cold.