The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 454: Can’t stand it

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Gu Changlin's eyes were so sore. He who had never shed tears for most of his life, now his eyes were wet when he saw Zhong Mingwei looking like this.

"Mingwei, it's my incompetence and I'm sorry for you..." Gu Changlin said hoarsely, "Yunwen doesn't care about anything in his life, but he just can't let go of a junior like you. He's such a strong person. He never cares about anything in his life. You have never bowed your head to anyone, but you begged me to take care of your body. I actually... let him down, Mingwei, I feel guilty..."

"Sir, I don't blame you, I really don't blame you," Zhong Mingwei choked, knowing that Meiya was outside, he tried his best not to cry out, "It's my fault, if, if I had known earlier, I With a body like this, I... I thought I would die early, so how could I provoke this girl? It's all my fault..."

Yeah, it's all his fault.

Obviously he is a half-dead paralytic who can only be dragged down. He is obviously a full sixteen years older than Meiya. It is obvious that his status is doomed to an unknown life and death in the future, but he still has such shameless feelings for others and treats them well. His daughter was dragged into the water. Usually, he never dared to look at himself. He always comforted himself by saying that they were in love or it was the result of love, but now?

Facing Meiya who was busy humming a tune outside the window, he really couldn't continue to deceive himself.

"Mingwei, you...don't be too sad," Gu Changlin finally managed to say, "Maybe the fortune teller I found is not accurate? Maybe the fortune teller is full of nonsense? You Don't take it to heart, just pretend you've never been to that thatched cottage and continue preparing for the wedding..."

"How can you pretend you've never been there?" Zhong Mingwei said slowly, wiping his face with his sleeves. When he looked up again, his face had regained its clarity, and his dark and moist eyes were unblinking. Looking at Gu Changlin, "Even if that fortune teller is just talking nonsense, so what? Sir, I really can't do it, I can't be so cruel that that girl will never be a mother in this life."

Yes, how can he be so cruel?

How could he be so cruel to Meiya, who longed to have a complete family, and loved dolls so much, and left her childless for the rest of her life?

He really couldn't do it. Even if he was sure that if Meiya knew about his situation, she would definitely marry him without hesitation and treat him better than she is now, but he really couldn't stand it.

I can’t stand the torment and guilt in my heart for the rest of my life, and I can’t bear to have Meiya face such a depressed self for the rest of her life.

He used to have low self-esteem, and he will only become more decadent and sinking in the future. This is something that cannot be helped but is obvious, so he can no longer take off his beautiful bud and get into trouble.

Such a good girl's family deserves to have a complete family, and she is destined to have a husband, a wife, and children.

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After that day, Zhong Mingwei fell ill, and Pang Yi and Gu Changlin became unusually silent. Only Meiya kept busy, as anxious as an ant on a hot pot all day long, but today she actually faced Gu Changlin lost his temper.

Gu Changlin sat in the room in a daze. After a while, the smell of chicken soup drifted in from the window. He finally came to his senses, stood up, and then walked through the outer hall and entered Zhong Mingwei and Meiya's bedroom. It was almost dusk, and inside the room It was dim, with only a beam of **** sunset shining through the hole in the window, hitting the side of Zhong Mingwei's face. Zhong Mingwei slept uneasily, his brows were furrowed, and the corners of his mouth twitched from time to time, as if he was having a nightmare.

"Mingwei," Gu Changlin sat on the edge of the kang and stroked Zhong Mingwei's sweaty forehead behind him. The fever was no longer there, but Zhong Mingwei's face was very pale. Gu Changlin couldn't help but sigh, "What a sin!"

Zhong Mingwei slowly opened his eyes and stared at the beams in confusion. After a pause, his eyes regained their clarity and fell on Gu Changlin. Then he sat up with his hands on his hands: "Sir, you Why are you here?"

"Mingwei, good boy," Gu Changlin reached out and took out a pillow and put it behind Zhong Mingwei. He took a handkerchief to wipe Zhong Mingwei's sweat and asked in a deep voice, "How do you feel now?"

"It's almost better. It's not as drowsy as it was a few days ago," Zhong Mingwei said. He pursed his dry lips, sniffed, and chuckled, "Do you want some chicken soup tonight?" ?"