Zhuo Yijing finally couldn't help crying and communicated. She begged: "Do you know that if you continue to be depressed like this, your life will be over and you will never be able to wash away the humiliation of the past?"

Zhang Yufan seemed to be numb to reality and his heart was filled with despair. He said casually: "It's over! Those shames can't be washed away."

Zhuo Yijing still cried and begged: "Then it's just for me, can you cheer up again?"

"For you?" Zhang Yufan's eyes moved to Zhuo Yijing, looking deeply at her haggard and lovely face. He approached her and saw that she was covered in bruises and purples; his heart skipped a beat.

Feeling the stinging pain, he put a coat on her, and then gently held her face; but he said something that made her heartbroken: "Yijing, go find someone else! I can't give you happiness."

Finally, Zhang Yufan turned away, no longer looked at her or touched her.

Zhuo Yijing felt as if someone had whipped her hard, her heart trembled, and she trembled in shock: "Do you dislike me for being tainted by them?"

Zhang Yufan took a deep breath and said coldly: "Yes!" It was just one word, but it was like a sharp blade piercing Zhuo Yijing's heart. Zhuo Yijing said nothing, but cried until her heart broke.

Zhang Yufan clenched his fists, pretending to be indifferent and said: "You followed me in the first place, just because a fortune teller said that one day I would soar into the sky and become famous all over the world. Humph! Women in the world are all the same. They all love and vanity me.

Let me tell you, I will never be successful in this life, you go! Stop being pretentious."

Zhuo Yijing shook her head and said resolutely: "I'm not, I won't leave!"

Zhang Yufan sneered coldly: "Then you are born low! Your Zhuo family has a lot of wealth, you can't find any rich man, and you have to give up on people like me."

Zhuo Yijing said with tears in her eyes: "Yes! I am mean, but I have never regretted marrying you! I didn't in the past, not now, and never will in the future, because I really love you."

In just a few short sentences, he was persistent, sincere, and revealed his true feelings. How could Zhang Yufan have no feelings at all? However, in order not to implicate Zhuo Yijing anymore, he was heartbroken and said coldly: "You are willing, but I am not willing yet!"

I don’t love you anymore, bitch”

Zhuo Yijing looked at Zhang Yufan with tears in her eyes, and said sadly: "I don't believe it, unless you give me a slap." When the words fell, Zhuo Yijing closed her eyes and endured all the pain.

Zhang Yufan said bitterly: "I..." But he raised his trembling hand but couldn't put it down no matter what, because his heart was also trembling at the moment.

Zhang Yufan did not fight, but rushed out of the hut crazily

Zhuo Yijing struggled to stand up, but then fell down weakly...

Outside the hut, the setting sun has faded, the sky is getting dark, the surroundings are silent, and the grass and trees are filled with sadness.

Zhang Yufan screamed all the way and ran towards a bamboo forest; at this time, a large area of ​​haze surged in the sky, the earth was dim and unclear, and no light could be seen. The low clouds suppressed his heavy heart and made it difficult to breathe. Zhang Yufan only felt that he was like this

He is humble and insignificant, he is just a drop in the ocean, and his enemy is as unshakable as the towering, majestic black mountain not far away - Qingcheng Mountain; he is just an ordinary or even mediocre person, but he wants to gain wings.

Flying high, isn't this just a dream? An unspeakable sadness and anger eroded him

Zhang Yufan seemed to be suffering from hysteria. He used a pair of fleshy palms to chop the bamboo poles to vent his grief and anger. Zhang Yufan's palm power was amazing. The tough bamboo poles were broken countless times, but his fleshy palms were also scratched with blood by the sharp bamboo pieces.

He was so wet that he even hit his head against a strong tree, causing his head to break and bleed.

In an instant, Zhang Yufan had tortured himself to pieces. He hated his humbleness and incompetence. He could not forgive himself. Everyone in the world has an illusion that physical torture can alleviate the pain of guilt, hatred and pain in the heart. Unfortunately, everything often backfires and deceives oneself and others.

Finally, Zhang Yufan was exhausted and sat down on the ground leaning against a tree like a deflated rubber ball.

At this time, the sky is darker, the clouds are lower, and Zhang Yufan's body is also weaker. The surrounding darkness, dead silence, and coldness can swallow up a person's life invisibly at any time. A dazzling lightning flashes across the dark night sky, swallowing the clouds.

The accumulated rainwater fell into the world

The thunder roared and was deafening; Zhuo Yijing was most afraid of thunder, and the dilapidated thatched hut was most afraid of rain. "Yijing, she must be lonely and helpless now. She can cheer up after being hurt so much, but I have never comforted her.

"In one sentence, even if I leave her and only run away in fear, I really feel ashamed to be a husband." Zhang Yufan thought of the weak and helpless Zhuo Yijing, and his heart was filled with self-blame and guilt, "Yijing, I will go back to take care of you right away.

"When he tried to struggle to get up, he realized that he was exhausted and could not exert any strength. An ominous premonition quietly enveloped him.

The heavy rain fell on his body like rocks hitting him, and his wounds were painful. The blood that flowed out was washed away by the rain, but the fresh blood came out. Zhang Yufan's whole body was cold and wet, and he couldn't help but tremble.

The ferocious smile of the senior brother appeared in front of him again, and the sarcastic words came to mind in his ears. Zhang Yufan's whole body was sore and weak, and he was ridiculed, but he was unwilling to be swallowed up by this harsh nature. He clenched his fists

, gritted his teeth, struggled to get up and ran towards the direction of the hut.

The sound of "Ca Cao" treading water was like a strange and evil curse. Zhang Yufan's ominous premonition became stronger and stronger. Along the way, he stumbled and fell countless times. After falling, sewage went straight into his mouth and nose.

The pain forced him to grit his teeth and struggle to stand up. Zhang Yufan warned himself: For Zhuo Yijing, he must not fall down. She is his wife, and she has suffered so much humiliation for him. At this moment

She is in pain and helpless, and her body is weak. He must return to her to protect her." Zhang Yufan was in a miserable state, with bright red blood, cold rain, and splashes of mud all over his body.

Approaching the hut, Zhang Yufan's pupils suddenly dilated. He saw a woman in white lying in front of the hut, motionless despite the wind and rain: she seemed like a dying swan lying in the sky; the pure and holy fairy was lying there.
Chapter completed!