Sweet Wife in My Arms Chapter 1274

Ye Shuyun immediately stopped talking to her son. No matter how much Lu Jin tried to persuade her, she was determined to ignore her son this time. What happened on the elder’s side had nothing to do with this side. Yan Huan sat up. She seemed to have returned to her old days. There were no endorsements, no advertisements, and no status. And she was living like an old woman in her twilight years. She was waiting for her old age, and also waiting for her death. In fact, she had forgotten what she was waiting for. As for Qin Xiaoyue, she had settled down for a few days, but it seemed that everything was going back to its original development. Some people did not have any interactions, and some people did not have much hope even if they had some interactions. Day after day after day, just like this, waiting, aging.. The day the sun rises, and the day the sun sets. The clouds outside were gray and depressed, and almost no light could be seen. After who knows how long, the sun only penetrated through the clouds, and there was a trace of moisture in the wind, it also has a unique smell that belongs to this city, a kind of water vapor that is not sea water, and it may be cleaner. Although it is not so far-reaching and not so vast, it is also different from having that kind of wide and vast thing, it might be quiet, or it might be quiet. The door outside creaked open. A man walked in and stood by the side for a long time. He did not speak or move. It was unknown how long he stood there. Finally, he turned around and left. The door closed again and the room returned to its previous tranquility. There was also the faint sound of breathing. It was rhythmic and calm. Yan Huan fluttered her long eyelashes. After a long while, she finally opened her eyes. Oh, he was back. Because he was famous and because his popularity had soared, he was not very willing to come back now. Or could it be that he actually did not want to face this face of hers. She gently stroked her face. This face was still the same as before. In fact, only two years had passed. For a woman in her thirties who was about to step into her forties, that kind of change might be aging.., for a woman who was only in her twenties, it was actually just a matter of how much weight she gained or how much weight she lost If she had good cosmetics, then it could be said that there was no change at all. What was the difference between the 23-year-old Yan Huan and the 25-year-old Yan Huan? Her height did not change, and her weight did not change either. What changed was only the trajectory of her life. If she had taken a different path, then she did not know which height she was at now. However, at the very least, she was still someone that everyone wanted to understand, and also someone that everyone liked. Even when she went out, she would always avoid the crowd. She was afraid that she would run into fans. Whatever she did, she had to pay attention to her shape. She was afraid that her image would be overturned. She could not make any mistakes. She could not have any blemishes. She could not even wear the wrong clothes. She could not put on the wrong makeup. If she messed up her hair, she might face the relentless criticism of the media. The more famous she was, the less freedom she had in her life. The more famous she was, the more careful she was. She thought that her life would stop there. After all, she had already gotten used to that kind of life, and she wanted to live a good life. She didn’t want to become dust, she wanted to be glorious. And the so-called Okamoto wasn’t because of her vanity, nor was it because she was stingy. It was only because, if she wanted to live, she was a woman with nothing. She either had to live better or fall to the bottom. She had no other choice. When there was another way out in front of her, she did not hesitate to choose. She began to keep a low profile. When she went out to buy things, there might not be anyone following her. When she went out, she did not need to wear a mask or sunglasses, she could not even find any news about herself on the internet. She could not even hear her name in other people’s mouths. However, she began to regret it. If not for that, she would have lost the ability to protect herself. She had nothing to begin with. She hugged her body tightly, seemingly regretting it a little. A slight breeze blew in through the curtains. It was very cold on her body. It was so cold that she could not help but shrink her body. It was the same dream again. This was the dream that she had countless times. Strangely, she actually knew that she was dreaming. She knew so clearly that it was still the same dream. The white fog confused her eyes and blocked her thoughts, she could only fumble forward step by step. However, after taking a few steps, there seemed to be an additional resistance in front of her. It seemed to be preventing her from moving forward. It even made her feel… pain. She stopped and tried to find another path. She tried to move forward again, but this time it was quite smooth. There was no feeling of pulling or tearing. However, she stopped and turned around to walk in the direction of the pain. She always felt as if there was something waiting for her, something calling to her. However, when the pain came again, she took a step back. Then, she suddenly turned around and ran in the opposite direction. There was no harm, no pain, and no fear. There seemed to be only sunlight, only warmth, and only softness.. Her fingers suddenly bumped into something, and then the pain woke her up. She sat up and hugged her legs tightly, allowing the cold wind to blow on her body from time to time. The door seemed to move. She pulled the quilt away and lay down. The people outside only glanced around her at the door. She could feel that the eyes of that person seemed to penetrate through the quilt, then, rows and rows of thin needles were inserted into her body. She clenched her hands, and there was some needle-like pain. He had indeed come back. She had been so eager to see him in the past, as if everyone was blank in her eyes and did not care about their existence. She had even thought that her birth, her growth, and her life.., were all for him. And now she had discovered it. Her life was not for anyone, but because her life was still going on. Her life was not for anyone else, but for herself. It had nothing to do with anyone else. A few more hours passed. In fact, she did not know how long it had been. She only knew that she was hungry. She was woken up by hunger. This was how mother and son were like. They had never cared whether she was hungry, sick, or unhappy. Just like now, it was time for the Lu family to eat, but no one came over to call out to her.