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Chapter 46

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    The day after it rained, I woke up at seven in the morning.

    ¡°I¡¯m very sleepy, but I can¡¯t sleep. Lying down is a torture.

    Li Zhurong rarely got up early. As soon as I opened my eyes, I heard him say: "Are you awake?"

    He was wearing a nightgown with the front open, and was completely white from his neck to his chest. In the first few minutes when he got up in the morning, his face usually didn't look good - because his self-control had not yet awakened along with it, he would not look arrogant or arrogant.  Instead of a calm expression, he felt a little world-weary, squinting his eyes lazily and frowning.

    Shen Wanyi once said a very bourgeois saying: If there is a person in this world who eats at the same table and sleeps on the same bed as you.  You watch each other drool, snore, burp, and fart while sleeping, and you are familiar with each other's swollen eyelids and disheveled hair. You go on like this day after day, but you are still steadfast in being together. This is love.

    The love she talks about is the kind that is born from sorrow and dies from happiness.

    However, there are only endless worries between Li Zhurong and me.  Rare peace and happiness can only be achieved when one party is forced to the point of no retreat-

    A visitor came in the morning.

    Or you can call it the master.

    When Li Xiu came, I was washing my face. The bones in my legs hurt and I couldn¡¯t stand steady. Li Zhurong wet the towel and handed it to me.  The water is very hot and it feels warm when applied to the face.

    At this moment, Yuan Hai knocked on the door and came in, standing at the door with his eyes lowered.

    Li Zhurong walked out.

    "came back?"

    "came back."

    When I was having lunch, I saw Li Xiu on the dining table.

    In fact, he doesn¡¯t look much like Li Zhurong. Li Zhurong¡¯s facial features are cold and gorgeous, but Li Xiu¡¯s European-style beauty.  But when they sat together, they seemed to be carved from the same mold.

    Temperament is really hard to say.

    ??The lunch was very light, with steamed fish, chicken soup, and various vegetables. It was almost impossible to eat. I had difficulty holding chopsticks, but when I saw such a table of dishes, I didn't even feel hungry.  I ate a few meatballs, drank some soup, and prepared my chopsticks.

    Li Zhurong silently opened a cup of chicken soup and pushed it in front of me.  The chefs of the Li family are always fond of fine food. The chicken soup is served in a palm-sized purple clay pot, and the barley and other medicinal materials in it are stewed until they become crispy. Even the chicken bones are melted.

    "Drink it."

    "I don't want to eat it."

    "Drink." Li Zhurong stared straight into my eyes, his thin lips pursed, and his mood was definitely not happy.

    I stood up holding on to the table and got up to leave.

    He grabbed my arm and I fell back into the chair.

    Neither of them spoke. He held my shoulders, took a spoon, and put it in my hand.

    "You said you wouldn't force me anymore." I questioned him about what he said before.

    "That's something else." He explained to me seriously: "This is about eating. You must drink the soup. Chicken soup at noon, mutton soup at night. And eat walnuts."

    "Who told you?" I feel a headache when I hear these things.

    Actually, I know who said it.

    But he will never tell me, so it¡¯s best to use this to change the subject.

    "I'll give you three minutes to drink the soup." He retracted his hand, crossed his fingers, supported his chin, half-squinted his slender eyes, and looked at me with a warning.

    "Give me three hours and I won'twell."

    He let go of my lips, took a napkin, wiped the soup from the corners of my mouth gracefully, and then licked his own lips.  Without looking back he said, "Xiao An, go back to your room when you're full."

    Li Xiu ran away in a hurry-

    The humidity got worse in the afternoon, and my legs hurt so much that I couldn¡¯t even read. Li Zhurong asked someone to light up the fireplace, put me on the sofa in front of the fireplace, wrapped me in a blanket, and played a movie for me.

    Last time I chatted with Meng Su, I mentioned that the decline of books is a general trend. In the information age, most information is disseminated through multimedia.  The moving pictures and sounds are far more attractive than a single text.  For example, I can't concentrate on reading a book now, but movies can divert my attention and make me feel less painful.

    First, I watched a domestic movie, a so-called blockbuster.  In fact, I have always been quite tolerant of movies.  But this movie is too insulting to the audience. The plot is full of loopholes and the logic is blunt. The big scenes look like paintings. The heroine is a popular movie star. Even though I am aIf you meet Li Zhurong, will the outcome be different?

    But after all, people must be content.

    It¡¯s a great blessing to meet you.  No matter how embarrassed and hard he is, this is the path he chose. No matter how domineering and arrogant he is, he is still the person I like.  He was at fault, but not responsible.  If I could be like Lin Sen and focus entirely on physics, I wouldn't be where I am today.

    Although I am useless, I will not shirk responsibility.  As a man, no one has the responsibility to make you happy, and no one is responsible for your misfortune.  You can only blame yourself for not being able to protect your family and friends.

    There are not so many happy and happy stories in this world. Good health, everything goes well, families are reunited, and wealth is abundant.  These are all words of congratulation.  In real life, there are always dissatisfactions of one kind or another.  I am not someone who can turn the tide. Some things have been going on for more than ten years with no results.  There is not much time left, so I can only think about it on my own.

    I don¡¯t have time anymore.

    I can¡¯t spend the rest of my life with him.  The years to come are so long, and we always thought that we could take our time and have time to have cold wars, vindictiveness, self-abuse, intrigues

    But I don¡¯t have time.

    I always thought that I had to restore my dignity and hear his apology in person before I could sit down with him and talk calmly, and then live a peaceful and warm life.

    But there¡¯s not enough time.

    I just want to enjoy the peace and warmth right now, and forget about the pain in my throat and the light on my back these past years.  This world is too cold and hard, and I am very tired. I just want to talk to this person named Li Zhurong when I am not in pain, bask in the sun, and watch him squint his eyes while approving documents, and watch him say goodbye when he raises his head.  The smile I put on my face.

    As for those, I have been waiting for an apology for more than ten years, and I have been waiting for an explanation for more than ten years. After I leave, I will let him tell himself.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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