无遮挡男女一进一出视频真人

Chapter 1270: No Need To Say Sorry

She intended to tell him that she was fine.

Mo Yixuan wrote on the paper again with a pen. This time, he wrote.

“Is he good to you?”

He Xiyan knew that the “he” he wrote down referred to her current husband Ye Hao.

She took a deep breath. Not knowing why, she felt sympathetic for him seeing him communicate with her with his pen.

He certainly didn’t want her to see how bad he was now, she thought.

That was why he didn’t want to talk.

She nodded again.

Over the years, Ye Hao had been really nice to her, and they hardly ever quarreled. In Ye’s house, she had never been wronged, either.

Seeing He Xiyan nodding, Mo Yixuan suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, putting on a small smile.

He nodded slightly.

At this moment, He Xiyan noticed his blessing for her from his eyes, that kind of sincere blessing.

Mo Yixuan clenched the black ballpoint pen again. At this time, however, two drops of tears fell from his face, onto the notebook, which had two wet marks soon.

He wrote another line on it, which read:

“Yanyan, don’t be sad for me. I know my body.”

After writing that, Mo Yixuan tightly bit his cold lips.

He actually guessed that he would not lead a long life. His father died at the age of 51 of brain cancer, and his mother died of cardio-cerebrovascular disease at the age of 58. His physique was inherited from his parents, thus it was in bad state. These years, he didn’t pay attention to his health recently. Besides, he had been tired and busy all year round. Therefore, his body had been hollowed out.

He Xiyan felt as if her heart had been pressed by a stone. She shook her head, suddenly reaching her hand and grabbing the book from him.

“Don’t say that...” She looked at Mo Yixuan and continued, “you should listen to the doctor’s advice. Go for the examination on time, and do well in rehabilitation training. In that way, you will get better.”

He Xiyan was most worried that he would abandon himself like this.

Mo Yixuan smile, but in a bitter way. He reached out to take the little notebook that his ex-wife just took away, but He Xiyan was unwilling to give it back.

“You can talk, can’t you? Stop writing and say what you want to me.”

Mo Yixuan took back his hand and put the pen aside.

He sat on the sofa, eyes fixed on his beloved woman aside, his former wife, also a woman he could no longer have for his life.

Twenty four years ago, he drove her out of the house. Since then, he had lost the happiness of his life and made her suffer too much as well.

“Yanyan, so..., so...rry”

Mo Yixuan suddenly began to speak, only several words, but he said with great efforts, even in an inarticulate way.

But He Xiyan understood. She heard him say sorry.

She quickly shook her head, then took out a tissue from the bag, and reached out to wipe away the tears from his eyes.

“Don’t say sorry, really. I don’t blame you long ago. I really don’t blame you.”

For more than 20 years, she had already born no hatred against him, simply hoping him to live a good life.

She paused and said, “In fact, I didn’t keep my promises.”

He Xiyan did not forget that she had told this man more than once when she was young that she would love him very much and love him only for a lifetime.