Harper covered her eyes, her body trembled, and she was as bleak as autumn sunset.
Andrew really did let her know every day how much he loathed her.
Harper knew she should leave at this moment and still had one last shred of dignity left.
But she didn't move until the door was opened. Henry shouted in surprise: "Harper..." They hadn't seen each other for only a while, why was she so pale and thin?
In the room, Andrew was dazed. For some reason, there was a moment of panic, but he was quickly pressed down by the joy surging in his heart.
Harper didn't look at Henry, but walked into the study like a wandering soul. She quivered and asked, "Why? Are you addicted to being blind? Is it fun?"
"Didn't you hear it all?" Andrew sipped his thin lips, and his eyes without focal length overflowed with ridicule. "Didn't hear it clearly? Do you need me to repeat it?"
Harper's hanging hand clenched, the veins stood out on the back of her hand, making it look bony. She finally opened her mouth to tell the secret she had held in her heart for two years.
"Two years ago, I went abroad to see Noah. She knew you were blind but still wouldn't come back, and it wasn't long before she married someone else. Even so, you didn't mind and still loved her?"
Then she carefully stared at Andrew's face, trying to find a trace of anger and disappointment.
She knew that it would be her lifeline.
But in the end, she was disappointed.
Andrew froze and then sneered.
"Of course, I don't care what she does, but what you does will make me sick."
He knew what he said would make Harper suffer, and the more she suffered, the more comfortable his tight heart would be.
Harper smiled miserably, and the last glimmer of light in her eyes went out completely.
What a complete loss.
She caressed her eyes again, which were too dry to shed tears.
How she wanted to say, "I make you sick, don't I? But I still want to give you what I can... Andrew, I love you, and no one in the world loves you more than me..."
But what's the use of that?
He continued to attack her with words full of malice, oblivious to the fact that she was also a flesh and blood human being.
Henry's eyebrows were tight and he couldn't help interrupting: "Harper, let go."
Harper smiled, but in Henry's eyes it was uglier than crying.
"There are still five days left." Then she bowed her head and ran away.
Henry looked in the direction of Harper's departure, and looked at the trembling figure in front of him with some worries.
Looking at Andrew sitting in the house, he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing: "I hope you won't regret it."
"Regret? What is that?" Andrew shrugged off.
Henry's heart ached.
Andrew and Harper didn't have a wedding, just a marriage license.
He still remembered that Harper held the marriage license in her hand and kissed it again and again.
There's a limit to what people can take. There's always a day when they can't take it. When the time comes, can Andrew know what he lost?
As soon as she had run back into the room she sat down helplessly on the floor, and after a few heavy gasps, clutched at her heart, which was so tight that it was almost spasmodic, and supplicated humbly: "Andrew, will you stop being so rude? Save me some memories of our time together, okay?"
She can almost imagine that Andrew would have said: "Save you some memories so that you can continue to pester me?"
All his tenderness was given to Noah, and he was too stingy to give her any.
Her heart felt like it had been soaked in very bitter Chinese medicine, bitter to the core.
It doesn't matter, soon, she won't hurt, won't suffer...
The next day, like every morning, Harper got up early and was busy in the kitchen.
When she knocked on Andrew's bedroom door with breakfast, she was greeted by a heavy slap!