"I'm ugly, I have bad taste, I'm a bumpkin." Song Shaoyan looked at her, "Really."

"I get annoyed when I see you."

"Then let me put on the mask, okay..."

Ning'an: "..."

"An'an..." Song Shaoyan changed his tone of begging again, "Can you really not forgive me? If you can forgive me, I will... die without regrets."

"you……"

"I won't live much longer. Actually, I just want to ask for your forgiveness and nothing else." Originally, he didn't want her to know these things, but he knew that he couldn't let her go.

He likes her more than he thought and cares about her.

I didn’t understand it when I was young, but by the time I understood it, I was already 30 years old.

He turned a blind eye to her excellence, and he also turned a blind eye to her goodness in him.

Ning An didn't know what she wanted to say. After hearing him mention the past things in person, she still more or less didn't react.

It turns out that so many years have passed...

Whether it was wrong or right, it has become a thing of the past.

Sometimes there is a sense of trance where the past merges with reality, which often prevents her from changing.

When he mentioned the past, he was hateful, but when he talked about everything now, Ning An remembered... He was just a disabled person, a patient who might not live long.

"What if I don't forgive you?" Ning An looked into his eyes.

"Every day from then on, I will beg you to forgive me." Song Shaoyan met her eyes and said, "An An, I like you."

Eyes collide and time freezes.

Ning An's heart felt like it was hit. She had been waiting for too long, but she never expected to hear him say it in her lifetime.

But...it was already the wrong time.

"Why do you think I would still want a man like you? You can no longer give me any happiness."

"You don't have to want me. I never asked for you to want me. I just want you to forgive me and give me a chance." Song Shaoyan's face was still very pale and his voice was low, "I don't have much time left.

, in this limited time, you give me a chance to love you."

"An'an, during that year of marriage, I knew that I was a failed husband. That was my biggest failure as a person."

"You and Gu Huiyin have bullied me so many times, so let's forget it?" Ning An pressed.

"No, you can bully me any way you want from now on."

"I'm not as mean as you."

"An'an..."

"What?"

"I just wanted to call you."

Ning'an: "..."

For a while, Ning An didn't speak again.

She never thought that one day she would be able to talk to Song Shaoyan so calmly. The bedroom was quiet, and when it was quiet, she could hear each other's even and long breathing.

It was dark, with gurgling rain and a howling north wind outside. The branches in the garden trembled with the wind, and the leaves made a "rustling" sound when they rubbed against the ground.

The quiet Mozhai is like a quiet little world, far away from the world and the hustle and bustle.

Several times, Song Shaoyan brought his hand close to Ning An, trying to hold her hand quietly, but every time he touched her fingertips, he was pushed away.

Ning An kept a certain distance from him, neither close nor far.

It's like... there is an unbridgeable gap between them.

Song Shaoyan felt much more comfortable after telling all these things. At least, he would not leave with regrets.
Chapter completed!