I Just Want to Divorce

38

The burned out ash broke from the middle and fell onto Yan Xiao's black suit pants with good texture.

Ye Fei took the half-smoked cigarette from his hand, pressed the cigarette end to the windowsill and crushed it, and smiled softly: "My mother died of ALS. I'm unlucky and inherited it."

He raised his eyes and looked at Yan Xiao with a look of complete relief: "You also know that this disease can't be cured. I don't want you to spend it with me. Really, Yan Xiao, I can only live for two years."

Ye Fei wanted to smoke again, but thinking of Yan Xiao's actions just now, she still endured it.

"Those nonsense are all lying to you," Ye Fei recalled her previous rejections again and again, and sneered, "I just like to play, play, or something..."

Now that everything has been said, there is no need to hide it. For the first time, he faced his true thoughts and said calmly: "There has never been anyone else, I only liked you."

As if the pause button was pressed, the whole world came to a standstill.

Yan Xiao's brain was buzzing, he staggered, opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't make a sound.

After a long time, until the sun changed its orientation, he asked, "When was it checked out? In which hospital?"

Ye Fei said the name of the private hospital, and then told him: "The test results are fine for now. I don't know what to tell you, but I have 100% genetics, and I won't joke about this kind of thing."

"ALS doesn't have this characteristic," Yan Xiao corrected his mistake, his tone was steady and seemed calm, "I'll contact the hospital and check again."

"No need..." Ye Fei grabbed Yan Xiao's arm and wanted to tell him that it was useless work, but found that Yan Xiao was shaking uncontrollably.

"Okay, check," Ye Fei immediately changed her tone and cooperated, "Whatever you say, I will listen to you."

"I'll arrange it right away." Yan Xiao took out his mobile phone and wanted to dial, but his trembling hand couldn't hold anything at all.

With a bang, the phone fell to the ground and fell far away.

Yan Xiao seemed to have no idea, his eyes were empty, and his fingers were still mechanically pressing the keys.

"What are you doing?" Ye Fei bent over to pick up the phone, holding his cold hand, a pain in her chest, "I'm not doing well now, Yan Xiao, Brother Yan? Don't return to the words I just said. It doesn't count."

Yan Xiao looked into his eyes, his jaw was tensed, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing, as if he was trying his best to endure something.

"Anyway, it's my first confession, can you give me some face?" Ye Fei smiled. Seeing that Yan Xiao still didn't speak, she curled her lips and said, "Do you have to force me to use some special means?"

He took a step forward, put his hand around Yan Xiao's shoulder, raised his head and licked it on his bulging Adam's apple, and said with a low smile, "Is that so? Still haven't responded?"

As soon as the voice fell, a pressure suddenly came from the back. The next second, the whole person was already hugged by Yan Xiao.

"Ye Fei," Yan Xiao's eyes were red, and with a force that almost made Ye Fei breathless, he imprisoned him in his arms, "I will find the best hospital and the most authoritative experts, we will be good Are you cured?"

He is like a beast trapped on a dead end. He knows that there is a cliff ahead, but he still weakly holds the last trace of hope.

"It doesn't matter," Yan Xiao clasped Ye Fei's waist, not knowing whether she was telling Ye Fei or herself, "It will be cured, it will be cured."