Seeing Aunt Mao's expectant eyes, Ye Yuwei endured the uncomfortable feeling in her lower abdomen and acquiesced.
Aunt Mao smiled and took Ye Yuwei's hand, "Aunt Mao knows that the young lady is a good child."
Ye Yuwei smiled harder than she cried, "I'll help you peel another apple."
Aunt Mao watched Ye Yuwei reach for the apple on the table, and then said: "I know that the young master hurt you deeply. You married him with joy, but what you got was indifference."
Ye Yuwei's hands shook, but she continued to peel the apple without speaking.
"But you probably don't know that the old lady of the Gu family and the young master's father, the young master, are all like this. The only difference is that the old lady only has her son in her heart, and your mother-in-law only has the young master in her heart. People, they don't care about their husbands, that's why they can live in peace for so many years. In fact, the men of the Gu family don't understand what love is. In the young master's concept, this is the kind of marriage he knows."
Ye Yuwei still lowered her eyes.
"When the young master was young, he often hoped that the young master and his wife would play with him. But at that time, the young master was often not at home and would not go home even once a year. I still remember that the young master was three or four years old at that time. On his birthday, he stood at the door, holding the doll that the eldest young master had given him as a birthday gift not long ago. He would not go back when no one called him. He said that he would wait for his father, once, twice, three times - gradually, the little boy The young master is no longer waiting for dad to come back."
Ye Yuwei's hand paused, and the paring knife almost cut her hand.
Could such a beautiful and gentle woman like her mother-in-law be facing such a husband
And Gu Juexi, such a young Gu Juexi, must be disappointed every time, just like himself.
"So, slowly, the young master began to realize that this is what marriage is like. He doesn't know what love is, so when you suddenly appear in front of him and treat him with your hot love, he is avoiding you. , he was avoiding this feeling that he was not familiar with but had had since childhood. When he was a child, he waited for his father to come back with full love for his father, but what he got was disappointment again and again, so he was afraid of this kind of feeling and did not dare to To face it, don’t dare to recognize this feeling.”
Ye Yuwei clenched her hand slightly, and the apple was slightly deformed by her peeling.
"Perhaps, I am not the one who can teach him what love is and what love is." Ye Yuwei said bitterly and continued to peel the apple in her hand.
After hearing Ye Yuwei's words, Aunt Mao shook her head, "Young Madam, you always thought you loved him, but do you really love him? You were waiting for him to reciprocate your love, but you forgot, If he doesn't understand what love is, how can he repay you?"
Ye Yuwei raised her head and opened her mouth slightly, wanting to refute this sentence.
"You have always been shut in your own world, always doing good things to him, always thinking that you are doing this to express your love for him, but my child, there is no such nonsense as empathy in this world." Mao The aunt said, holding Ye Yuwei's slightly shaking hand, "You kid, you always do things but don't talk. You have never thought of having a good talk with him, and he will never take the initiative to talk to you. But who gave you the courage to think that you can understand each other's heart?"
Aunt Mao's words were very sharp.
Ye Yuwei was glad that Aunt Mao held her hand tightly, otherwise the knife might have slipped onto her hand.