Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

After leaving the hospital, many nurses talked quietly, and then pointed to her secretly.

"Guess, what is she doing? Obviously, she looks very poor. Why does she suddenly have so much money? I remember that the first time she paid the medical bill, she did n’t have the money, or It took a few days to complete. "

"She didn't go out at night. Can't you guess, what does a woman need to make money?" Another nurse continued.

"Well, yeah, I also saw that she was sometimes wounded, obviously doing that kind of thing."

"Well, don't say it, it will make her hear, and she is very pitiful, we should not say her like this, after all, she is all for her daughter, a woman can do this, and now it is no longer hate her For work, we just need to know that she is really a good mother. Maternal love is indeed the greatest. Whoever dares to say that she is not good in the future will sacrifice her. "

The other people also nodded, because they saw it, because they understood, so they sympathized with her, did not feel that she was cheap, she was shameless, because she was not for herself, but For my poor daughter.

Xia Ruoxin covered her mouth and ran forward. Yes, it was all for her daughter. She was not afraid of how others thought of her and how she thought of her. As long as her daughter was healthy, she sold herself, and killed her. Don't regret it.

Wiping away the tears on her face, her lips barely lifted a bitter smile, but she smiled so reluctantly, she didn't want to laugh, but she always laughed.

Because she needs it, this is her job, and her daughter pays for her medical expenses.

She changed into an extremely revealing dress. She sat in the hall, staring at everything here, laughing everywhere, not knowing the truth.

Shen Wei sat beside her, holding a bottle of wine in her hand, and she gently shook her bottle of wine from time to time. Do you also feel that it is fake and hypocritical, and put the wine glass on her lips, she A faint mouth, a slight mock, a slight irony.

However, some people will like it. For them, the truth is not needed. Maybe it ’s dirty, but it ’s true, but it seems that they all like those beautiful surfaces and ignore the most real dirty. Alas.

Putting down the cup in her hand, she leaned her back against the sofa on the back. "You can tell me, if that man knew something wrong and would like to look back at you, would you forgive him?"

"Will you forgive him? After he hurts you like that, when you are better off to die, he abandons you, and when your injured body is incomplete, he is laughing at you, and when you need help, he is ridiculing You, tell me, will you forgive me? "

Her fingers gently touched the edge of the glass, and her red lips were a little dark. You do n’t know if it was Xia Ruoxin or herself.

Xia Ruoxin looked up and smiled bitterly. "There is no forgiveness. Because that is impossible. It starts with hate and ends with hate. I haven't thought too much about it, and I haven't thought about who will forgive."

"Because everything can be passed."

And that might not be possible, and she wouldn't think much about it? Even if one day, then, they missed it, and once they missed it, sometimes it was a lifetime.

Her hand rests on her left arm, and here is the best proof.

Her hands can never be better.