Stealing the moonlight into my arms

Fu Runing was stunned after hearing what Xiao Jingting said, and was speechless for a moment.

There was silence for several seconds.

Fu Runing finally managed to utter, "Do I have a terminal illness?"

This man's inexplicable behavior, hugging her, and saying such crazy things made it hard for her not to think that this was hospice care.

Xiao Jingting's hand on the back of her head was noticeably stiff, and the emotions that had been brewing with great difficulty almost dissipated.

The man repeated, "Fu Runing, let's live well."

Hearing this, Fu Runing lowered her eyelids, not knowing what she was thinking about.

After a moment, she slowly pushed the man away.

The room is dimly lit, the room temperature is comfortable, and everything is just right and gentle.

Fu Runing stared at the man in front of her. As their eyes met, she seemed to be trying to find something from him.

"Xiao Jingting, how do you say we can live well?"

The man looked into her eyes and said in a deep voice: "I told you, Rong Ruo is just a sister, there is nothing between her and me."

Fu Runing just listened, as if she was already indifferent to the matter, her ears were callused from listening so much.

Xiao Jingting was too lazy to lie, so he said it was nothing, and maybe that was really nothing.

But to what extent can it be called "something"?

"Han Cheng is your lawyer, right? He helped Rong Ruo confuse right and wrong to sue my brother. Is this what you said, it doesn't matter? Then when did she openly come to me and hurt my family? That's when it became a matter of fact?"

"Your sister is important, so my brother is not important?"

At this point, Fu Runing laughed self-deprecatingly, "I've known you for almost thirteen years. Where did you get this little sister?"

There was a moment of panic in Xiao Jingting's eyes. "Jian Heng's matter was a misunderstanding. I was not aware of it. I will let Han Cheng handle this matter."

Fu Runing glanced at him and sighed inwardly.

He still avoided the topic of Rong Ruo.

Fu Runing knew clearly that the problems between them were not entirely caused by Rong Ruo.

The appearance of Rong Ruo only made this marriage built on ruins even more precarious.

Her voice was tinged with unconcealable loneliness. "Let's not talk about her, let's just talk about the two of us. You said we'd live like before, but that's been three years. I don't know if I can make it through the next three years."

A marriage without a foundation of love and trust will not be recognized by the in-laws and will always be looked down upon.

And day after day, the meaningless trivialities that come to my lips but are swallowed back.

"I've tried, but it's no use."

Fu Runing said these words in a light-hearted manner. She still didn't want to argue with him. Arguing was a waste of energy.

"So, please don't say these things anymore. I'm not used to it. I accompany you because I'm the only one who can accompany you in this house. I help you because I can only help you. Don't overthink it."

As Xiao Jingting listened to her words, his brows unconsciously furrowed slightly, and the annoyance surging in his chest gradually eroded him.

Suddenly, he asked inexplicably: "Didn't you like Fu Zheng before?"

Fu Runing was stunned.

I like it. It’s a long time since I last heard such unfamiliar words.

She said slowly: "Fu Zheng is different from you. He is my family. I don't owe him anything. I can bully him, I can tease him, I can be nice to him, or I can be mean to him. If Fu Zheng doesn't like me, I can still find a way to attract his attention..."

"But you are different. I can't owe you."

I can't afford to owe you, I can't afford to like you, and I can't afford to love you.

After a long time, Xiao Jingting spoke calmly: "You can treat me as him."

Just like when Fu Zheng was regarded as a substitute for Feng Yan.

Fu Runing looked at the man in front of her and felt more and more confused.

His cold words still echoed in her mind——

"Fu Runing, you are more expensive than others."

"You've been through this for three years, and now you're talking about feelings with me, aren't you a little greedy?"

"Your marriage is a transaction for your own gain, and your child is still your tool. Isn't that a sin?"

……

These words flooded into her mind, instantly waking her up.

She pondered for a moment, then asked, "Am I really not terminally ill? What did Doctor Gao find out after taking my pulse?"

His nonsense is so outrageous that it sounds like hospice care!