Han Yichu closed his eyes to cover his deep emotion. His dancing and his lover really had too much to say. He didn't love her well.

In this life, he let her suffer from the beginning.

He could not imagine how she insisted on those days and what kind of mentality she used to love him.

He's too sorry to dance.

But he really can't lose her, also can't lose.

Han Yichu's heart and mouth hurt so much that he almost fell on his knees because his whole body was in pain.

Han Yichu's eyes were covered with blood and his body was tense.

Only he knew how angry he was and how much he wanted to kill himself.

How can he tolerate hurt? The one who dances is himself.

At this time, Han Yichu has not fully recovered to his senses. He is just thinking that we must find Qingwu, his wife, who has always been the one he loves.

Even at this time the pain to the extreme, Han Yichu still holding hope, she will not leave their own.

When he returned to the bedroom, Han Yichu saw the things on the bedside table, and his face turned whiter in an instant.

He saw the two divorce certificates at a glance.

Almost no need to think about it or move it. Han Yichu's heart trembled a few times.

For a moment, he couldn't breathe at all.

After a long time, he stiff body went to the bedside table, picked up the certificate, it is his name and Huangqing dance.

Seeing this, Han Yichu's whole body pain can no longer be controlled, his throat a fishy sweet, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The blood was directly sprayed on the certificate.

Han Yichu squatted down slowly with his certificate and buried his head in his knees.

It is said that men do not have tears, just because he did not reach the sad place. At this time, Han Yichu was bleeding and crying in his painful eyes.

"Qing dance, how can you, how can you..."

She was so cruel that she gave him a love and left like this.

He finally understood what her words meant. She gave him a love and left like this.

How can she? He won't allow her to leave.

Without remembering everything in the Republic of China, he would not allow her to belong to others, and he would not be able to watch her with other men.

Before, he didn't understand whether this kind of feeling was love.

But at this time he knew that some feelings could not be forgotten. Even if he did not know the past, he also loved her, but he did not understand it.

It is he who makes the pain and tears in the dance.

He still remembers the way she cried last night, when he thought it was he who hurt her. Now he thinks it is not so.

It was he who made her hurt from the beginning.

Why, why not let him understand earlier.

Han Yichu smashed his head with his fist in pain. It seemed that only in this way could he feel better and be able to dance a little bit.

Han Yichu whispered the name of Huangqing dance, "Qingwu, Qingwu..."

I don't know how long after that, Han Yichu's vision is blurred, all blood red, his body is stiff, and he can't move.

It took a long time for him to move again. He sat by the bed, shaking his hands, picking up the card and the envelope.

Han Yichu's heart shuddered for several times before he squeezed the envelope. Looking at the envelope cover for a long time, he didn't have the strength to open it to see what was written inside.

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