Chapter 1266 I Want to Take a Rest
- “Mr. Lu, you must still hate me now. Have you already… forgotten about me? Perhaps you have already started… dating a new girl… That’s great too. Really. The reason I made the plan to leave you was to not burden you, and I didn’t want to become your weakness. Mr. Lu, you are such a nice person, and I have long prepared myself mentally that if I let go of you, many women must be scrambling to get their hands on you. They will… replace me. At first, I could still bear it. I thought I could. Even though I'm not with you, I could still manage together with our babies, and we could still live happily. However, I regret it now. Mr. Lu, I really wish that you could stay by my side… Truth be told, I’m really scared. Every day, I feel terrified, but I dare not… tell anyone. It really hurts; it’s really agonizing. I’m getting older by the day—from twenty to thirty… sixty… and now, eighty years old. I’m so old now that I can’t even recognize myself. Every night, I can’t fall asleep. The pain and fear keep haunting me like a demon, devouring me… Sometimes, I’d feel like I couldn’t endure it for another moment, and I’d feel like I’m dying the next second. Mr. Lu, I admit that I was being selfish. I shouldn't have come back to the Ancient Lanlou Kingdom; I should have stayed by your side. Regardless of me becoming old and ugly, I should have let you accompany me through the good and bad. I don’t want to care about anything else. I just want you to… hug me. I want to lie in your arms everyday, and to leave myself, our babies, and our future in your hands… E-Even if I were to die one day, I wish… to die in your arms, instead of dying while feeling lonely and helpless… like now.”
- She kept crying and sobbing until she could not form any words, and the video just ended like that.
- In the next video, which was also the last video, Xia Micheng had gone into premature labor. Lying on the bed in the delivery ward, her forehead was full of sweat, which then trickled down and drenched the clothes on her. Both her hands were tightly clutching on the bed sheet, almost tearing it.