Love after divorce - Chapter 323

Chapter 323:

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RK completely ignored Stella’s words. She was seriously injured in bed right now, and he didn’t think she could bully him even when she was healthy. That was why her words felt like a fool’s dream—she could just keep dreaming.

“Darling, today the teacher told us a story. Let me tell you!” Adrian’s desire to share the story was very vigorous, so Stella had no choice but to listen to him.

“The teacher told us about the story of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves,” Adrian said seriously. “In the past, there was a very beautiful princess. Her name was Snow White. Her father married a queen, who was jealous of Snow White’s beauty.

The queen had a magic mirror that could speak and know everything in the world. However, when the queen asked the magic mirror, ‘Who is the most beautiful in the world?’…”

As Adrian spoke, he played the role of the queen, which made Stella laugh out loud.

“The magic mirror said that in this world, Snow White was the most beautiful. Then the queen became very angry. She was jealous of Snow White’s beauty and decided to kill her to make herself the most beautiful person in the world.

Later, when Snow White went to the forest, the queen sent a hunter to protect the princess. To be honest, the hunter was hired to kill the princess. The hunter did not have the heart to kill her, and then… Darling, I forgot.”

Stella burst into laughter. This little guy had a very strange memory; he forgot the story after hearing it. He deserved to be RK’s son.

RK was also very helpless. He sat by, trying his best to hold back his laughter. His handsome face was as red as an apple.

“Later, Snow White met the seven dwarves, and then they took down the queen. Snow White met the prince, and then they lived happily ever after, right?” Stella explained the story with a smile.

“Yes, yes, yes, that’s how it ends. In the end, the prince kissed Snow White and woke her up,” Adrian said, pouting and making a kissy face.

“Okay, okay, Adrian, next time when the teacher tells you a story, you have to listen carefully. After kindergarten, the teachers won’t tell you stories in class anymore,” Stella patiently taught Adrian.

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“Ah? Will the teacher still give out candy and snacks?” It seemed that Adrian was most concerned about eating.

“No, so you have to cherish the time you spend in kindergarten,” Stella warned Adrian meaningfully.

“Ah? Then I will stay in kindergarten forever so I can always get candy and snacks.” Adrian made a beautiful wish and came up with a very naive decision.

“No, you have to go to school with other children your age. If you stay in kindergarten all the time, there will be some children younger than you whom you will have to take care of. You can’t play with other children anymore.”

“Oh, then I won’t eat candy. I won’t eat snacks anymore. I want to play with my friends.”

It was evident that Adrian was a very loyal person. Stella patted his head with great satisfaction.

At six o’clock, RK asked the driver to send Adrian home on time, leaving only RK and Stella in the ward. The typing sound once again echoed in the room. RK rubbed his forehead weakly before silently getting up to buy some food.

Stella was still typing, and every line seemed to be a reflection of her memories of the past. Every word felt like a glimpse into her painful experiences.

She had never imagined that she would relive those painful wounds again. She had been running away and did not want to face the past.

To her, the past only brought pain. She didn’t expect that one day she would recall it all again, as if she were touching the scars of the past inch by inch, like brushing against a tombstone. She was careful and calm.

In the past, she had resolved never to look back at her past. She thought it was her scar—something she couldn’t lift, nor could she examine it closely without getting hurt further.

Therefore, she never touched it and buried it in her heart. She had never dared to see whether she had forgotten it or not. She could only hide it until time slowly buried it or made her forget.

She had always been so careful, as if she were treading on thin ice. Later, she thought about writing. At first, she just wanted to pass the time in the hospital. But then she realized that it was more than that.

She slowly recalled and reminisced bit by bit about everything that had happened, and gradually she felt a sense of relief. Little by little, she dared to let her scars see the light of day again.

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