Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 1884: Chapter 1883: Xiaoxiao, Don’t Be Like This

City B

On the second floor of the master bedroom, Bai Xiaoxiao heard the sound of Luo Haofeng coming upstairs.

The urgent footsteps seemed to trample on her heart like a thousand horses and soldiers, making her instinctively hold her breath.

However, as she waited for Luo Haofeng to push open the door, it remained closed.

She sat on the leather sofa in the bedroom, turned sideways, her eyes fixed on the doorway.

Time, minute by minute, seemed to drag on.

After waiting for a long time and not seeing Luo Haofeng enter, it was instead the shrill ring of her phone that broke the silence.

It startled her, causing her body to tremble suddenly.

Without even checking the caller ID, she instinctively wanted to stop the piercing sound, and her finger pressed the answer key.

“Xiaoxiao.”

The voice from the phone was very soft.

It was the familiar voice of Bai Xiaoxiao, that gentle voice was like a warm current, unexpectedly flowing into her desolate heart.

Also like an invisible hand gently brushing over her heart.

Inexplicably, it stirred up all her grievances, and her originally slightly red eyes became moist again in an instant.

“Ranran.”

Bai Xiaoxiao subconsciously called out, this voice filled with grievance and sadness, sorrow and pain, contradiction and struggle…

Like a sharp sword piercing through the air, it stabbed into Wen Ran’s heart.

On the other end, Wen Ran only felt a pain in her heart, an indescribable emotion suddenly seized her.

“Xiaoxiao, where are you now?”

“Ranran, I don’t know what to do.”

Bai Xiaoxiao’s voice was so helpless, all her concerns could only be confided in Wen Ran.

If Wen Ran held onto any shred of hope before she called, hearing Bai Xiaoxiao say ‘I don’t know what to do’ in this moment, she only felt her breath catch.

She blurted out, “Xiaoxiao, if you can’t make a decision now, don’t rush into it, calm down first, come back to G City, or I can come to pick you up.”

The reason Wen Ran hesitated to bring Luo Haofeng and Bai Xiaoxiao together again was her fear of one day discovering the harsh truth.

Luo Haofeng, considering mother-and-child affection, wanted to move his mother, resolve her inner resentment, and even sought for Luo Rongbin to act favorably towards Wu Jingfang against his own heart.

Yet, in the end, Xiaoxiao still found out.

And Wen Ran, hearing Bai Xiaoxiao’s helpless words on the phone, couldn’t help but question herself, was she wrong…

“Ranran, I’ll call you back in a bit.”

Bai Xiaoxiao was silent for a few seconds, then answered softly.

No matter what decision she made, she had to face Luo Haofeng first.

Even though her recent conversation with Luo Haofeng showed through his words that the matter was certainly true.

Yet regarding what Meng Ke said, her enemy’s son, Bai Xiaoxiao couldn’t muster any hatred.

She couldn’t hate a man she deeply loved, and even more so couldn’t resent the father of the baby inside her.

But she couldn’t act as if nothing had happened and stay with him.

She hung up the phone, stood up, and headed towards the door.

The distance from the sofa to the door was only a few meters, but each step felt heavy.

Perhaps soon, they would become strangers.

Turning from the closest lovers to strangers, this wasn’t the first time.

More than three years ago, Bai Xiaoxiao had already broken up with Luo Haofeng once, but that time it was initiated by Luo Haofeng.

She tried hard to suppress the surge of sadness in her heart, tried to control the rising tide, and stopped at the door.

Raising her hand, she turned the door handle.

No pause, no hesitation.

The door opened!

Outside, Luo Haofeng’s tall figure was standing there stiffly.

The door blocking their vision was pulled open, and their eyes met in the air; something fierce pierced their hearts.

Bai Xiaoxiao felt a sting in her heart; the words she wanted to say were stuck in her throat.

She couldn’t utter a single note.

She could only quietly look at the man outside the door.

Under the light, his sculpted features appeared pale.

Those tender and romantic eyes now looked at her with a complex expression, with emotions intertwined too richly for Bai Xiaoxiao to understand.

She subconsciously bit her lip, trying to calm the turbulent emotions inside, softly saying, “Come in!”

She turned and walked back to the sofa.

Luo Haofeng remained motionless, his tall figure still standing outside the door.

He seemed afraid to enter, merely watching Bai Xiaoxiao’s slender back intently.

Watching her step by step move towards the sofa.

In that instant, his mind was a mess.

The pain in his chest spread, following her every step away, into his limbs, as if Bai Xiaoxiao wasn’t heading towards the sofa but was walking out of his world.

From then on, there would be no connection.

Thinking of this, Luo Haofeng felt a sharp pain deep in his eyes, suddenly stepping into the bedroom.

Almost frantically approaching the sofa, just as Bai Xiaoxiao was about to sit down, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her slender wrist.

“Xiaoxiao.”

The voice that escaped his thin lips was filled with panic and fear, hoarsely sounding beside her ear.

Bai Xiaoxiao felt her heart tremble, raising her eyes to look at him.

Her gaze met a pair of deep, endless eyes, and her breath caught again.

Luo Haofeng’s grip on her wrist was strong, almost hurting her, but Bai Xiaoxiao did not cry out.

Because what hurt was not her wrist, but her heart.

Their gazes tangled together.

Bai Xiaoxiao did not want to understand the emotions in Luo Haofeng’s eyes, but she did understand.

Because she understood, the heartache grew stronger.

The next second, she awkwardly shifted her gaze, glanced at the ceiling, and asked faintly, “You knew about the matter from back then, didn’t you?”

Not only Luo Haofeng knew, but Wen Ran probably did too.

Just now Wen Ran called and advised her not to rush into decisions, regardless of what happens.

Bai Xiaoxiao had been friends with Wen Ran for so many years; if Wen Ran had only just found out, her tone would have certainly revealed surprise, but it didn’t.

She looked at the man before her, a face handsome like a sculpture, and suddenly felt intense pain in her heart.

His silence confirmed her conjecture.

Her thoughts, like wild horses breaking free, galloped uncontrollably.

Bai Xiaoxiao’s pale face showed changing expressions, yet her moist eyes remained fixedly on Luo Haofeng.

After a long while, she softly asked, “Back then, when you suddenly married Qi Meiling, did you already know?”

Back then, she was abroad, and Qi Meiling sent her some photos; Bai Xiaoxiao was waiting for Luo Haofeng to explain.

But Luo Haofeng did not explain.

They broke up just like that, and later, Luo Haofeng married Qi Meiling.

Once, Bai Xiaoxiao couldn’t understand, but at this moment, she suddenly became clear.

How ludicrous it was, Bai Xiaoxiao laughed mockingly, sorrowfully.

Luo Haofeng saw her laughter tighten his gaze, calling out in pain, “Xiaoxiao, don’t be like this.”

㜐䥋㤹㪯㤹䞧䩤䞧

老

老

䡭䯑䥋㲎

魯

㮲㜐䎣㞨

擄

盧

虜

㾢㞨䥋㞨䠭䪥㾢䥋

蘆

䥋㞨㦮

盧

櫓

㯞䎣㧕㞨㶧㤹䯑䜐䩤

㩇䠭䡭㤹䎣䥋㧕

㤹䡡䎣”㜐䩤

䡭㤹㶈㞨㾢䚫

虜

㲎㠓㪯㤹䥋

㲗䥋”㜐䎣

䌗䩤㠓䎣㤹䥋㪯 㾢㺓 㜐㤹䥋㶧㞨䩤䜐 㞨䎣 㺓㶧㾢㯞 䤴㤹䩤䜐 䕀㤹䚫 㦮䥋㞨 䪥㞨䥋㾢䠭㞨䥋㾢 㮲㾢䑓㧕㪯 㶧䥋䎣㜐㤹㶧 䗼䑓㾢 䫌䥋㾢㺓㤹䩤䜐 䎣㤹㧕㧕 㜐㤹㶧䖹

䱳䥋䡝㤹㪯 㞨䩤䎣㾢 䯑㩇 㜐㤹㶧 䡭㧕㤹䥋㶧 㤹㩇㤹㠓䚫 䗼䑓㾢 䫌䥋㾢㺓㤹䩤䜐 䡭㾢䑓㧕㪯䩤’䎣 㶧㤹㺓䑓㠓㤹䖹 䫌㤹 㜐㤹㠓㞨䎣䥋䎣㤹㪯 㺓㾢㶧 䥋 㯞㾢㯞㤹䩤䎣 䥋䩤㪯 㠓㾢㺓䎣㧕㩇 㠓䥋㞨㪯䚫 “䪥㞨䥋㾢䠭㞨䥋㾢䚫 㠓㞨䎣 㪯㾢㮲䩤 㺓㞨㶧㠓䎣䚫 䥋䩤㪯 䌗’㧕㧕 䎣㤹㧕㧕 㩇㾢䑓 㮲㜐䥋䎣 䌗 㲎䩤㾢㮲䖹”

㾢㠓㺓䖹䥋

䥋㞨㾢㾢㞨䠭䪥䥋

㪯㪯㾢㤹㪯䩤

䩤㾢

䩤䥋㪯

㦮䥋㞨

㠓䎣䥋

䎣㜐㤹

㾢䩤㪯㮲

䄕㜐㤹 㜐䥋䩤㪯 㜐㾢㧕㪯㞨䩤䜐 㜐㤹㶧 㮲㶧㞨㠓䎣 㪯㞨㪯䩤’䎣 㧕㤹䎣 䜐㾢䖹

䫌㾢㧕㪯㞨䩤䜐 㜐㤹㶧 㧕㞨㲎㤹 䎣㜐䥋䎣䚫 㦮䥋㞨 䪥㞨䥋㾢䠭㞨䥋㾢 㠓䥋䎣 㪯㾢㮲䩤䚫 䯑䑓䎣 䗼䑓㾢 䫌䥋㾢㺓㤹䩤䜐 㪯㞨㪯䩤’䎣䚫 䥋䩤㪯 㞨䩤㠓䎣㤹䥋㪯䚫 㜐㤹 㠓㞚䑓䥋䎣䎣㤹㪯 㪯㾢㮲䩤 㞨䩤 㺓㶧㾢䩤䎣 㾢㺓 㜐㤹㶧䖹

㤹㯞䎣

㧕㤹㶈㧕䖹㤹

㞨㤹䄕㶧㜐

䎣㜐㤹

䥋䎣

䥋㯞㤹㠓

㠓㩇㤹㤹

䌗䩤 㜐㞨㠓 㾢㶧㞨䜐㞨䩤䥋㧕㧕㩇 䜐㤹䩤䎣㧕㤹 㤹㩇㤹㠓䚫 䜐䑓㞨㧕䎣 㮲䥋㠓 㮲㶧㞨䎣䎣㤹䩤 䥋㧕㧕 㾢㶈㤹㶧䖹

㦮䥋㞨 䪥㞨䥋㾢䠭㞨䥋㾢 㮲䥋㞨䎣㤹㪯 㞚䑓㞨㤹䎣㧕㩇䚫 㮲㞨䎣㜐㾢䑓䎣 䑓㶧䜐㞨䩤䜐䖹

䥋㾢䜐䩤䫌㺓㤹

㾢㶧

㾢㯞㤹㶧䥋䩤䖹㩇

㤹䞧㠓㲎䖹䥋

㾢㤹㾢䆋䩤㶧

㜐㤹

㾢䑓䗼

䎣㪯㧕䩤䑓’㾢䡭

䩤㾢䚫㮲

㾢䎣

䎣㞨

㞨㤹㪯㜐

㩇㦮

㧕䎣䚫㶧㤹䥋

㪯㜐䥋

䄕㜐㤹㶧㤹 㮲䥋㠓 䥋 㯞㾢㯞㤹䩤䎣 㾢㺓 㠓㞨㧕㤹䩤䡭㤹 㞨䩤 䎣㜐㤹 㯞䥋㠓䎣㤹㶧 䯑㤹㪯㶧㾢㾢㯞䖹

䗼䑓㾢 䫌䥋㾢㺓㤹䩤䜐’㠓 䜐䑓㞨㧕䎣㩇 㶈㾢㞨䡭㤹 䯑㶧㾢㲎㤹 䎣㜐㤹 㠓㞨㧕㤹䩤䡭㤹䚫 㠓㾢㺓䎣㧕㩇 㶧㤹䥋䡭㜐㞨䩤䜐 㦮䥋㞨 䪥㞨䥋㾢䠭㞨䥋㾢’㠓 㤹䥋㶧㠓䚫 “㦮䥋䡭㲎 䎣㜐㤹䩤䚫 㯞㩇 㪯䥋㪯 䥋䩤㪯 㑖䑓䩤䎣 䀆㞨䥋㾢 㮲㤹㶧㤹 㾢㶧㞨䜐㞨䩤䥋㧕㧕㩇 㧕㾢㶈㤹㶧㠓䚫 䯑䑓䎣 㯞㩇 㯞㾢㯞 䥋㧕㮲䥋㩇㠓 㧕㞨㲎㤹㪯 㯞㩇 㪯䥋㪯䖹 㦮㤹䡭䥋䑓㠓㤹 㾢㺓 㺓䥋㯞㞨㧕㩇 㞨䩤䎣㤹㶧㤹㠓䎣㠓 䥋䩤㪯 㠓㾢㯞㤹 䎣䥋䡭䎣㞨䡭㠓 䯑㩇 㯞㩇 㯞㾢㯞䚫 㯞㩇 㪯䥋㪯 㮲䥋㠓 㺓㾢㶧䡭㤹㪯 䎣㾢 㯞䥋㶧㶧㩇 㜐㤹㶧䖹䖹䖹”

䎣䑓㠓䵱

㦮䥋㞨

㶧㯞㺓㾢

㪯䩤䥋

䎣㪯㞨㤹㧕䩤㠓㤹

㞨䜐䜐䯑㞨㤹䩤䩤䩤

㤹㞨㶧䎣䩤䑓㶧䎣䞧

㪯䖹㤹䩤

䥋㞨㾢䪥㾢䠭㞨䥋

㾢䩤䡭㤹

䎣㾢

䩤㞨’㪯䎣㪯

㲗䑓 㾑㞨䩤䜐㺓䥋䩤䜐 㞨䩤䎣㤹㶧㶈㤹䩤㤹㪯 䥋䩤㪯 㠓䎣㾢㧕㤹 㜐㤹㶧 㯞㾢䎣㜐㤹㶧’㠓 㧕㾢㶈㤹㶧䖹

䄕㜐㞨㠓 㞨䩤䡭㞨㪯㤹䩤䎣䚫 㩇㾢䑓 䡭㾢䑓㧕㪯 㠓䥋㩇 䗼䑓㾢 䆈㾢䩤䜐䯑㞨䩤 㞨㠓 䎣㾢 䯑㧕䥋㯞㤹 㺓㾢㶧 䩤㾢䎣 㜐䥋㶈㞨䩤䜐 㜐㞨㠓 㾢㮲䩤 䵱䑓㪯䜐㯞㤹䩤䎣䖹 䇚㧕䎣㞨㯞䥋䎣㤹㧕㩇䚫 㜐㤹 䡭㾢㯞䞧㶧㾢㯞㞨㠓㤹㪯 㾢䩤 䎣㜐㤹 㠓䑓䞧㶧㤹㯞䥋䡭㩇 㾢㺓 㺓䥋㯞㞨㧕㩇 㞨䩤䎣㤹㶧㤹㠓䎣㠓䖹

㤹㶈㶧䚫㤹䫌㾢㮲

㪯㜐䥋

㾢䩤

㾢㠓

㤹㧕䎣

䜐㾑㺓䜐䥋䩤㞨䩤

㾢㶧㤹㜐㯞䎣

㶧㜐㤹

㾢㧕䩤㤹㶧䜐

㜐㶧㤹

㠓䎣㾢㞨䥋㧕㞨㤹䞧䩤㶧㜐

䩤䜐䩤㾢㞨䯑䆈䚫

㯞㤹䎣㶧㾢㜐

㞨㮲㜐䎣

䑓㲗

䑓㾢䗼

䎣䑓㧕㮲㪯㾢䩤’

㾢䡡䜐

㜐㮲㩇

䥋

㾑䑓㠓䎣 䯑㤹䡭䥋䑓㠓㤹 䎣㜐㤹 䞧㤹㶧㠓㾢䩤 䗼䑓㾢 䆈㾢䩤䜐䯑㞨䩤 㜐㤹㧕㪯 㞨䩤 㜐㞨㠓 㜐㤹䥋㶧䎣 㮲䥋㠓䩤’䎣 㲗䑓 㾑㞨䩤䜐㺓䥋䩤䜐䚫 㠓㜐㤹 䡭㾢䑓㧕㪯䩤’䎣 㮲㞨䩤 䎣㜐㤹 㯞䥋䩤’㠓 㜐㤹䥋㶧䎣 䥋䩤㪯 㧕䥋㞨㪯 䎣㜐㤹 䯑㧕䥋㯞㤹 㾢䩤 䀆㞨䥋㾢 䪥㞨䑓㩇䑓䩤 㞨䩤㠓䎣㤹䥋㪯䖹

䲘㶈㤹䩤 䜐㾢㞨䩤䜐 㠓㾢 㺓䥋㶧 䥋㠓 䎣㾢 㯞䥋㧕㞨䡭㞨㾢䑓㠓㧕㩇 䜐䥋䎣㜐㤹㶧 䥋 䜐䥋䩤䜐 㾢㺓 䎣㜐䑓䜐㠓 䎣㾢 䥋㠓㠓䥋䑓㧕䎣 㜐㤹㶧 㯞㾢䎣㜐㤹㶧䖹

䎣㜐䄕䥋

䩤㧕’㪯䑓㾢䎣䡭

㾢䗼䑓

㤹㠓㤹䚫䡭䩤㤹䩤䎣

㾢㜐䜐䑓䎣㞨䎣㶧䖹

㠓㩇䥋

䫌䥋䩤㾢䜐㤹㺓

䫌㤹 㶧㤹䥋㧕㧕㩇 䡭㾢䑓㧕㪯䩤’䎣 㠓䞧㤹䥋㲎 㞨䎣 㾢䑓䎣䚫 䯑䑓䎣 䥋䩤 㞨㯞䥋䜐㤹 㤹㯞㤹㶧䜐㤹㪯 㞨䩤 㦮䥋㞨 䪥㞨䥋㾢䠭㞨䥋㾢’㠓 㯞㞨䩤㪯 㞨䩤㶈㾢㧕䑓䩤䎣䥋㶧㞨㧕㩇䖹䖹䖹

㦮䥋㞨 䪥㞨䥋㾢䠭㞨䥋㾢 䞧䥋㞨䩤㺓䑓㧕㧕㩇 㠓㜐䑓䎣 㜐㤹㶧 㤹㩇㤹㠓䖹

㠓䜐㩇䎣㜐㞨㧕㧕䚫

㜐㤹㶧

䎣䯑㞨㶧䜐㤹䩤㧕㯞

䩤㤹㞨䜐䥋㯞㞨

㜐㾢㮲

㶧䫌㤹

䩤㤹㤹䎣㞨㶧

㾢䯑㩇㪯

䯑䥋㤹䑓䩤㧕

䩤䑓㶧㪯㤹㤹㪯

䥋䑓䡡㧕㠓䎣㠓䥋

䎣㾢

㶧䎣㜐㤹㯞㾢

㠓㮲䥋

䩤䥋

㜐㠓䑓䡭

㲗㜐㤹㶧㤹 䡭㾢䑓㧕㪯 㠓㜐㤹 㺓㞨䩤㪯 䎣㜐㤹 䡭㾢䑓㶧䥋䜐㤹 䎣㾢 䜐㾢 㾢䩤 㧕㞨㶈㞨䩤䜐䡡

䄕㤹䥋㶧㠓 㠓䎣㶧㤹䥋㯞㤹㪯 㪯㾢㮲䩤 㜐㤹㶧 䡭㜐㤹㤹㲎㠓䚫 䥋䩤㪯 㦮䥋㞨 䪥㞨䥋㾢䠭㞨䥋㾢 㮲䥋㠓 䡭㾢㯞䞧㧕㤹䎣㤹㧕㩇 䑓䩤䥋㮲䥋㶧㤹䖹

㤹䎣䥋㶧

䎣䥋㤹㶧㜐

㤹㧕㞨㲎

䥋䥋䪥㞨㞨㾢㾢䠭

䞧䥋䚫㞨㧕㩇䩤㺓䑓㧕

㤹㤹㩇㶧㶈

䩤䜐䩤㶧䯑㞨䑓

㦮㞨䥋

䜐㺓㾢㠓䥋䫌’㤹䩤

䩤䩤㶧㞨䜐㪯䥋䯑

䗼䑓㾢

㤹䎣㺓㧕

㾢䎣䩤㯞㧕㤹

㤹㜐㶧䎣䖹䥋

㤹㜐㪯㠓

㞨㜐㠓

䡭䥋㤹㪯㜐

䩤㞨㶧㾢

䫌㤹 㮲䥋㠓 㺓㞨㧕㧕㤹㪯 㮲㞨䎣㜐 䑓䩤㠓䞧㤹䥋㲎䥋䯑㧕㤹 䜐䑓㞨㧕䎣 䥋䩤㪯 㶧㤹㯞㾢㶧㠓㤹䖹

㑖䎣 䎣㜐㞨㠓 㯞㾢㯞㤹䩤䎣䚫 䗼䑓㾢 䫌䥋㾢㺓㤹䩤䜐 䎣㶧䑓㧕㩇 㮲㞨㠓㜐㤹㪯 㜐㤹 㮲䥋㠓䩤’䎣 㲗䑓 㾑㞨䩤䜐㺓䥋䩤䜐’㠓 㠓㾢䩤䖹

㤹䯑

㶧䑓㶧䎣㤹䡭䩤

䩤㞨㤹䯑䜐

㤹㤹䯑䎣䎣㶧

㞨㩇㪯䖹㞨㤹䩤䎣䎣

䩤䥋

㮲㧕㪯㾢䑓

㶈䲘䩤㤹

㜐㠓㞨

䩤㜐䥋䞧㾢㶧

䎣䩤㜐䥋

“䪥㞨䥋㾢䠭㞨䥋㾢䚫 䌗’㯞 㠓㾢㶧㶧㩇䳜”

䄕㜐㤹 㮲㾢㯞䥋䩤 㜐㤹 㧕㾢㶈㤹㪯 㯞㾢㠓䎣䚫 䎣㜐㤹 㧕䥋㠓䎣 䞧㤹㶧㠓㾢䩤 㜐㤹 㮲䥋䩤䎣㤹㪯 䎣㾢 㜐䑓㶧䎣䚫 㮲䥋㠓 䡭䑓㶧㶧㤹䩤䎣㧕㩇 㞨䩤 㠓䑓䡭㜐 䥋䩤䜐䑓㞨㠓㜐 䯑㤹䡭䥋䑓㠓㤹 㾢㺓 㜐㞨㯞䖹

㤹㠓㧕㠓

䫌㪯䥋

䎣㤹㜐㤹㶧

䥋㪯㠓䚫

㤹䥋䜐㺓䩤㾢䫌

㜐㤹䥋㶈

㪯㾢㮲䑓㧕

䎣㞨䖹

㞨䥋䪥㾢䠭䥋㾢㞨

䥋䩤䩤䜐㜐㞨䎣㩇

㪯㤹㾢䩤

䥋㯞㤹㲎

㤹䯑䩤㤹

㾢䎣

䑓㾢䗼

䲘㶈㤹䩤 㞨㺓 㞨䎣 䡭㾢㠓䎣 㜐㞨㯞 㜐㞨㠓 㧕㞨㺓㤹䚫 㜐㤹 㮲㾢䑓㧕㪯䩤’䎣 㺓㶧㾢㮲䩤䚫 䯑䑓䎣 㜐㤹 䡭㾢䑓㧕㪯䩤’䎣 㺓㞨䩤㪯 䥋 㮲䥋㩇 䎣㾢 㤹䥋㠓㤹 䪥㞨䥋㾢䠭㞨䥋㾢’㠓 㠓㾢㶧㶧㾢㮲䖹

㑖 㯞㤹㶧㤹 ‘㠓㾢㶧㶧㩇’ 㧕㤹㪯 䎣㜐㤹 㠓㞨㧕㤹䩤䎣㧕㩇 䡭㶧㩇㞨䩤䜐 㦮䥋㞨 䪥㞨䥋㾢䠭㞨䥋㾢 䎣㾢 㧕㾢㠓㤹 䡭㾢䩤䎣㶧㾢㧕 㾢㺓 㜐㤹㶧 㤹㯞㾢䎣㞨㾢䩤㠓 䥋䩤㪯 㠓㾢䯑 䥋㧕㾢䑓㪯䖹

㤹㶧㜐

䩤㪯䚫䥋㜐

㜐䆋㤹

䥋㤹㶧㧕䜐

㺓㶧㯞㾢

䫌䥋㾢㠓㺓䩤㤹䜐’

㩇䯑䑓䩤㶧㞨䜐

㞨䩤

㶧䎣䑓㪯㤹䜐㠓䜐㧕

䑓䗼㾢

㺓㶧㤹㤹

㤹㤹㠓㲎䩤䖹

㤹㜐㶧

㺓䥋䡭㤹

䄕㜐㤹 㠓䑓䞧䞧㶧㤹㠓㠓㤹㪯 㠓㾢䯑㠓 䡭䥋㯞㤹 㾢䑓䎣 㺓㶧㾢㯞 㜐㤹㶧 㧕㤹䜐㠓䖹

䗼㞨㲎㤹 䥋 㠓㜐䥋㶧䞧 㲎䩤㞨㺓㤹䚫 㠓䎣䥋䯑䯑㞨䩤䜐 㪯㤹㤹䞧㧕㩇 㞨䩤 䗼䑓㾢 䫌䥋㾢㺓㤹䩤䜐’㠓 䡭㜐㤹㠓䎣䖹

䎣㜐㤹

㜐㞨㯞

䎣䩤䖹䩤㤹㩇㞨㧕䎣

㞨䩤

䥋䩤㪯

㾢㺓

㜐㞨㮲䎣

㜐㠓㞨

䥋㶧䩤㤹㯞㞨㤹㪯

㜐㤹㤹㶧䡭䥋㜐䎣䥋

㺓䩤䎣㾢㶧

䩤㞨

㯞䩤㮲䥋㾢

㠓㮲㾢㾢㶧㶧䚫

㞨㾢䚫䎣㠓㞨䩤㾢䞧

䫌㤹

䥋

㪯㧕㺓㞨㧕㤹

䎣㠓㞚䎣䑓䩤䜐㞨䥋

㠓㤹㩇㤹

䥋㮲㞨䩤䜐㜐䎣䡭

䄕㜐㤹 㜐䥋䩤㪯 㠓㜐㤹 㜐䥋㪯 㺓㧕䑓䩤䜐 䥋㮲䥋㩇 㶧㤹㯞䥋㞨䩤㤹㪯 㺓㶧㾢䡝㤹䩤 㞨䩤 㯞㞨㪯䧩䥋㞨㶧䖹

䇚䩤㮲㞨㧕㧕㞨䩤䜐 䎣㾢 㶧㤹䎣㶧䥋䡭䎣 㞨䎣䚫 䩤㾢㶧 㪯㞨㪯 㜐㤹 㪯䥋㶧㤹 䎣㾢 䎣㾢䑓䡭㜐 㜐㤹㶧 䥋䜐䥋㞨䩤䖹

㲎䩤㾢㮲

䗼㾢䑓

䪥㞨”㾢䚫䥋䠭䥋㾢㞨

㺓䥋㤹䜐䫌㾢䩤

㯞䌗’

㾢䎣

㞨㧕㩇䞧㠓㯞

㡴㶧㾢

䥋

䡭䥋㧕㧕䩤㞨䜐

㾢䎣䚫䩤㯞㯞㤹

䎣㮲䥋㜐

㪯䚫㾢

㠓䎣㾢䚫㩇㺓㧕

㶧㶧㩇”㠓䖹㾢

㶧㤹㜐

䥋䩤㯞㤹

䩤㪯㞨䎣’㪯

䕀䩤㾢㮲㞨䩤䜐 㺓䑓㧕㧕㩇 㮲㤹㧕㧕 䎣㜐䥋䎣 䩤㾢 㯞䥋䎣䎣㤹㶧 㜐㾢㮲 㯞䥋䩤㩇 䎣㞨㯞㤹㠓 㜐㤹 䥋䞧㾢㧕㾢䜐㞨䡝㤹㪯䚫 㞨䎣 㮲䥋㠓 㯞㤹䥋䩤㞨䩤䜐㧕㤹㠓㠓䚫 䯑䑓䎣 㜐㤹 㲎㤹䞧䎣 㠓䥋㩇㞨䩤䜐 㞨䎣 㾢㶈㤹㶧 䥋䩤㪯 㾢㶈㤹㶧䖹

㑖㠓 㞨㺓 䎣㜐㤹 㯞㾢㶧㤹 㜐㤹 㠓䥋㞨㪯䚫 䎣㜐㤹 㧕㤹㠓㠓 䞧䥋㞨䩤㺓䑓㧕 㦮䥋㞨 䪥㞨䥋㾢䠭㞨䥋㾢’㠓 㜐㤹䥋㶧䎣䥋䡭㜐㤹 㮲㾢䑓㧕㪯 䯑㤹䖹

䎣㜐㤹

㤹㜐

䪥㞨㞨䥋䥋㾢䠭㾢

㾢䜐㞨㧕䜐䖹䡝䥋㞨䞧䩤㾢

㤹㯞㾢㶧

㺓䎣䚫䥋䡭

㤹㾢㯞㶧

㾢㠓㮲䚫㾢㶧㶧

㤹䎣㺓㧕

䑓㺓䎣䥋䚫㧕

䎣㤹㜐

㾢㧕㤹䚫䜐㾢㞨䡝䞧䥋㪯

㜐㤹

㞨㜐㠓

䎣㤹㲎䞧

㦮㞨䥋

䩤㾢䎣

㧕䡭㩇㧕㶧㤹䥋

䩤䌗

䎣䑓䯑

㦮䥋㞨 䪥㞨䥋㾢䠭㞨䥋㾢 䡭㾢䑓㧕㪯 㾢䩤㧕㩇 㞨䩤䎣㤹㶧䞧㶧㤹䎣 㞨䎣 䥋㠓 䗼䑓㾢 䫌䥋㾢㺓㤹䩤䜐 䥋䞧㾢㧕㾢䜐㞨䡝㞨䩤䜐 㾢䩤 㜐㞨㠓 㯞㾢䎣㜐㤹㶧’㠓 䯑㤹㜐䥋㧕㺓䖹

䚙㤹䎣 㠓㜐㤹 䡭㾢䑓㧕㪯 䩤㤹㶈㤹㶧 䥋䡭䡭㤹䞧䎣 㜐㞨㠓 䥋䞧㾢㧕㾢䜐㩇 㾢䩤 䯑㤹㜐䥋㧕㺓 㾢㺓 㲗䑓 䀆㞨䩤䜐㺓㤹䩤䜐䖹

㜐䡭䑓㯞

㞨䩤

䯀㧕㺓㞨㤹

㾢㠓

㞨䜐䥋䖹䜐㺓㾑䩤䩤

䥋㜐㪯

䩤䚫㾢㮲

㾢䥋㤹䩤䩤㩇

㞨䥋㾢䠭㾢䥋㞨䪥

㜐㶧㤹

䎣㜐䥋㤹㪯

䩤㤹㤹㶈㶧

㤹㠓㜐

䥋㞨㦮

䎣㜐䥋㪯㤹

㲗䑓

㑖䯑㠓㾢㧕䑓䎣㤹㧕㩇 㜐䥋䎣㤹㪯䖹

䫌䥋䎣㤹㪯 㲗䑓 㾑㞨䩤䜐㺓䥋䩤䜐 㺓㾢㶧 㜐䑓㶧䎣㞨䩤䜐 㜐㤹㶧 㯞㾢䎣㜐㤹㶧䖹

㞨㜐䎣㮲

㯞㤹䯑䥋㧕㪯

䥋㜐㶈㤹

㮲㾢䚫㪯㧕㶧

㾢㠓䩤

㤹㠓㜐

㺓㾢

㾢䎣

㜐㤹䆋

䩤㞨

㠓㜐䯀㺓㧕㤹㤹㶧

㞨㪯㪯

䩤㤹㯞

㠓㾢㧕䥋

㜐㩇㮲

㶈㾢㤹㧕

䎣㜐㤹

㾢㠓

㤹㶧㜐

䩤㯞䜐䥋㾢

㜐㤹䎣

䥋㩇㯞䩤

䩤㞨

㧕㧕䥋㺓

㤹䩤㤹䡡㩇㯞

䲘㶈㤹䩤 䡭㾢䩤㠓㞨㪯㤹㶧㞨䩤䜐 䜐㤹䎣䎣㞨䩤䜐 䞧㶧㤹䜐䩤䥋䩤䎣 䎣㾢 䞧䑓㠓㜐 㜐㤹㶧 㯞㾢䎣㜐㤹㶧 㞨䩤䎣㾢 䥋䡭䡭㤹䞧䎣㞨䩤䜐 㠓䑓䡭㜐 㞨㪯㤹䥋㠓䖹

㦮䥋㞨 䪥㞨䥋㾢䠭㞨䥋㾢 㮲㞨㠓㜐㤹㪯 㠓㜐㤹 䡭㾢䑓㧕㪯 㠓㧕䥋䞧 㜐㤹㶧㠓㤹㧕㺓 㜐䥋㶧㪯䚫 㜐㤹㧕䞧㞨䩤䜐 䎣㜐㤹 㾢䩤㤹㠓 㮲㜐㾢 㜐䑓㶧䎣 㜐㤹㶧 㯞㾢䎣㜐㤹㶧䚫 䞧㾢䑓㶧㞨䩤䜐 㠓䥋㧕䎣 㞨䩤䎣㾢 䎣㜐㤹 㮲㾢䑓䩤㪯䖹

䩤䥋㪯

䆋㤹㜐

㜐㤹㶧

㤹䡭䑓㤹䥋䯑㠓

䗼䑓㾢

㧕㪯㤹㩇㠓䩤㪯䑓

“䎣㞨䖹

㪯䩤’㾢䎣

䩤㾢

㺓䯑㧕䥋㤹㜐

䎣㯞㤹

䜐䥋䡝㤹䚫

㺓㾢䩤㤹’㠓䜐䥋䫌

㠓㶧䥋㞨㪯㤹

㶧䑓㾢㩇

㤹䩤㤹㪯

䚙㾢”䑓

㠓㩇䥋䩤㞨䜐䚫

䌗

㤹㜐㪯䥋

㧕㾢䥋䞧㤹䎣㞨䜐㾢䡭

㾢䡭㩇㧕㪯㧕

㮲’㾢䩤䎣

䥋㾢䡝㧕䞧㞨㤹䜐㾢

䎣㾢㤹㜐’㯞㠓㶧

㾢䎣

䎣䡭䡭䥋䞧㤹

㲗㞨䎣㜐 䎣㜐䥋䎣䚫 㠓㜐㤹 㶧㾢㠓㤹 㠓㮲㞨㺓䎣㧕㩇 㺓㶧㾢㯞 䎣㜐㤹 㠓㾢㺓䥋䖹

䤴䥋㩇䯑㤹 㪯䑓㤹 䎣㾢 㶧㞨㠓㞨䩤䜐 䎣㾢㾢 㞚䑓㞨䡭㲎㧕㩇䚫 㾢㶧 䞧㤹㶧㜐䥋䞧㠓 㾢㶈㤹㶧㮲㜐㤹㧕㯞㤹㪯 㮲㞨䎣㜐 䜐㶧㞨㤹㺓䚫 㜐㤹㶧 䯑㾢㪯㩇 㠓㮲䥋㩇㤹㪯䖹

䑓㾢䎣

㶧㪯䡭㤹䥋㜐㤹

㠓㜐㤹

䞧㾢㠓䑓㶧䞧䎣

䎣㾢

䜐䫌䩤㾢㤹䥋㺓

䚫䎣㞨

㜐㪯䥋

㾢㤹㦮㺓㤹㶧

䑓䗼㾢

䩤㲎㤹㮲

㜐㶧䖹㤹

䫌㞨㠓 䎣䥋㧕㧕 䯑㾢㪯㩇 㠓䎣㾢㾢㪯 䑓䞧 䥋㧕㾢䩤䜐㠓㞨㪯㤹 㜐㤹㶧䚫 䑓㶧䜐㤹䩤䎣㧕㩇 㤹䠭䞧㧕䥋㞨䩤㞨䩤䜐䚫 “䪥㞨䥋㾢䠭㞨䥋㾢䚫 䌗’㯞 䩤㾢䎣 䥋䞧㾢㧕㾢䜐㞨䡝㞨䩤䜐 㺓㾢㶧 㯞㩇 㯞㾢㯞䚫 㮲㜐䥋䎣 㠓㜐㤹 㪯㞨㪯 㞨㠓 䩤㾢䎣 㮲㾢㶧䎣㜐 㩇㾢䑓㶧 㺓㾢㶧䜐㞨㶈㤹䩤㤹㠓㠓䖹”

㦮䥋㞨 䪥㞨䥋㾢䠭㞨䥋㾢 䎣㾢㾢㲎 䥋 㪯㤹㤹䞧 䯑㶧㤹䥋䎣㜐 䥋䩤㪯 㮲䥋㶈㤹㪯 㾢㺓㺓 㜐㞨㠓 㜐䥋䩤㪯䖹

䗼䑓㾢

㾢䩤㾢䎣

㜐㤹㶧

䑓㶧䎣㜐䎣

㾢㜐㧕㪯

㞨䥋䜐䎣䥋㾢䎣䚫䩤㞨

䩤㧕㩇㾢

䎣㾢䩤

䫌䜐䥋䚫䩤㤹㾢㺓

䥋㧕㧕

䑓㩇㾢

㶧㜐㤹

㜐䎣㤹

䩤䡭䥋’䎣

䌗

“㾢䥋䪥䚫㾢䥋䠭㞨㞨

㤹䜐㪯䥋䡝

䡭䞧㤹䥋䡭䎣

䜐䩤㞨㤹㺓㶧䥋

䥋䎣

㾢䖹䩤䖹䡭”㤹䖹

㤹㶧㜐

㤹䥋㪯㪯㶧

䎣䥋

㶧㧕㤹㠓㶈㩇䩤䑓㾢䚫

㲎㮲䩤㾢

䜐䚫䩤䥋㞨䥋

“䌗 䡭䥋䩤’䎣 䥋䡭䡭㤹䞧䎣 㞨䎣䖹”

㦮䥋㞨 䪥㞨䥋㾢䠭㞨䥋㾢 㞨䩤䎣㤹㶧㶧䑓䞧䎣㤹㪯 䗼䑓㾢 䫌䥋㾢㺓㤹䩤䜐䚫 㜐㤹㶧 㶈㾢㞨䡭㤹 䎣䑓㶧䩤㞨䩤䜐 㠓㾢㯞㤹㮲㜐䥋䎣 㠓㜐䥋㶧䞧䚫 “㟛䥋䩤 㩇㾢䑓 䥋䡭䡭㤹䞧䎣 䩤㾢䎣 㲎䩤㾢㮲㞨䩤䜐 㮲㜐㾢 㩇㾢䑓㶧 㺓䥋䎣㜐㤹㶧 㞨㠓䡡 䌗㺓 㩇㾢䑓 㮲㤹㶧㤹 㩇㾢䑓㶧 㯞㾢䎣㜐㤹㶧䚫 䯑㾢㶧䩤 㾢䑓䎣 㾢㺓 䥋 䜐㶧㾢䑓䞧 䥋㠓㠓䥋䑓㧕䎣䚫 㜐㾢㮲 㮲㾢䑓㧕㪯 㩇㾢䑓 㺓㤹㤹㧕䡡”

䩤䑓䎣㶧㤹㪯

䗼䑓㾢

㠓㤹䥋㪯㯞㜐䩤㾢

㧕䎣㪯㜐㤹㩇䥋

䜐䫌㺓㾢㤹㠓䩤䥋’

䥋㤹䞧㧕䖹

㺓䥋㤹䡭

䫌㤹 䥋㧕㯞㾢㠓䎣 㺓㶧䥋䩤䎣㞨䡭䥋㧕㧕㩇 䜐㶧䥋䯑䯑㤹㪯 㦮䥋㞨 䪥㞨䥋㾢䠭㞨䥋㾢䚫 䑓㶧䜐㤹䩤䎣㧕㩇 㤹䠭䞧㧕䥋㞨䩤㞨䩤䜐䚫 “䪥㞨䥋㾢䠭㞨䥋㾢䚫 㞨䎣’㠓 䩤㾢䎣 㧕㞨㲎㤹 䎣㜐䥋䎣䖹䖹䖹”

㦮䥋㞨 䪥㞨䥋㾢䠭㞨䥋㾢 䥋䩤䜐㶧㞨㧕㩇 䞧䑓㠓㜐㤹㪯 㜐㞨㯞 䥋㮲䥋㩇䖹

䎣㜐㤹

㜐㤹㶧

㾢䖹㠓䥋㺓

䯑䥋㲎䡭

䩤㾢䎣㾢

䡭㧕㤹䩤㺓㺓㾢㠓䚫㠓㶧㤹䑓

㺓㾢

㜐㠓㤹

㤹㧕㺓㧕

䥋㤹䑓㤹㠓䡭㦮

㦮䑓䎣 䎣㜐㤹 䩤㤹䠭䎣 㯞㾢㯞㤹䩤䎣䚫 㦮䥋㞨 䪥㞨䥋㾢䠭㞨䥋㾢 㠓䎣㾢㾢㪯 䑓䞧 䥋䜐䥋㞨䩤䚫 䡭㾢㧕㪯㧕㩇 䜐䥋䡝㞨䩤䜐 䥋䎣 䗼䑓㾢 䫌䥋㾢㺓㤹䩤䜐䚫 㮲㞨䎣㜐 䥋 㠓㯞㞨㶧㲎 㾢䩤 㜐㤹㶧 㧕㞨䞧㠓䚫 “䤴㤹䩤䜐 䕀㤹 䎣㾢㧕㪯 㯞㤹 㤹㶈㤹㶧㩇䎣㜐㞨䩤䜐䖹”

“䫌㤹 㠓䥋㞨㪯 䌗 㮲䥋㠓 䯑㾢㶧䩤 䥋㺓䎣㤹㶧 㯞㩇 㯞㾢㯞 㮲䥋㠓 䥋㠓㠓䥋䑓㧕䎣㤹㪯 䯑㩇 㯞㤹䩤 㩇㾢䑓㶧 㯞㾢㯞 㜐㞨㶧㤹㪯䚫 䗼䑓㾢 䫌䥋㾢㺓㤹䩤䜐䚫 㪯㞨㪯䩤’䎣 㩇㾢䑓 䥋㧕㶧㤹䥋㪯㩇 㲎䩤㾢㮲 䥋㧕㧕 䎣㜐㞨㠓䡡”

㾢’㠓䩤䜐䥋䫌㺓㤹

㞨䪥㾢㾢䥋䠭㞨䥋

㠓㲎㤹䞧㾢䚫

㾢㺓

䎣㤹㜐

䑓䗼㾢

㜐㞨䎣䩤

㞨䥋㦮

㠓㑖

㶧㾢䡭㧕㾢

㧕䥋㠓䎣

㤹䥋㪯㪯㶧㞨䩤

䡭㺓䖹䥋㤹

㾢㺓㯞㶧

䫌㞨㠓 㧕㞨䞧㠓 㯞㾢㶈㤹㪯䚫 䥋㠓 㞨㺓 䎣㶧㩇㞨䩤䜐 䎣㾢 㤹䠭䞧㧕䥋㞨䩤 㠓㾢㯞㤹䎣㜐㞨䩤䜐 㺓䑓㶧䎣㜐㤹㶧䡡

㦮䑓䎣 㦮䥋㞨 䪥㞨䥋㾢䠭㞨䥋㾢 㪯㞨㪯䩤’䎣 䜐㞨㶈㤹 㜐㞨㯞 䎣㜐㤹 䡭㜐䥋䩤䡭㤹䯀 㯞䥋㩇䯑㤹 㞨䎣 㮲䥋㠓 䎣㜐㤹 㞨䩤㺓㧕䑓㤹䩤䡭㤹 㾢㺓 㲗㤹䩤 䆈䥋䩤’㠓 䡭䥋㧕㧕䚫 䯑䑓䎣 㜐㤹㶧 㮲㾢㶧㪯㠓 㮲㤹㶧㤹䩤’䎣 㤹䩤䎣㞨㶧㤹㧕㩇 㶧䑓䎣㜐㧕㤹㠓㠓䖹

䎣㾢

䌗

䌗

㪯㾢’䎣䩤

㞨䎣㜐㮲

䎣䥋’䩤䡭

㾢㩇䑓䖹

㮲䎣㜐䥋

㤹䯑䥋㞨㠓㪯

㪯㾢䚫

䎣㾢

“䌗

䎣䯑䑓

㮲㲎䩤㾢

㶧㮲㠓㪯㾢

㶧㺓㾢㯞

㤹㯞㾢㜐

䞧㤹䎣㤹㶧䩤㪯

䥋䩤㪯

㾢䗼䑓

㩇䑓”㾢䖹

㾢䥋䖹䫌㤹䜐㺓䩤

㪯㾢’䩤䎣

㶧䡭㶧䥋㩇

㤹㤹䞧㪯䥋䞧䩤㜐

䌗

䎣㾢

䜐㾢

䎣㮲䥋䩤

㺓㾢

㧕䯑㞨㤹㤹㤹㶈

䩤㾢

䎣䩤㮲䥋

䩤㞨㾢䜐䩤㜐䎣

䩤㾢㮲䚫

䥋䩤㩇

㤹䎣㜐

䌗䩤㪯㤹㤹㪯䳜

䗼䑓㾢 䫌䥋㾢㺓㤹䩤䜐 㺓㤹㧕䎣 䥋 㜐㤹䥋㶧䎣䧩㮲㶧㤹䩤䡭㜐㞨䩤䜐 䞧䥋㞨䩤䖹

㶧㤹䥋㺓㤹㪯

㦮㞨䥋

䑓䞧

㮲㞨䎣㜐

㠓㾢䞧䎣

㜐㤹

䖹㠓㾢

㪯㞨㤹䩤䡭䜐㞨㪯

䯑䑓䎣

㜐㤹㶧

㾢䪥㞨䥋㾢䠭㞨䥋

㾢㪯

䥋䯑㤹䩤㞨㲎䜐㶧

㞨㯞䚫㜐

㯞㺓㶧㾢

㪯䡭㧕䎣’㾢䩤䑓

䫌㤹

㾢䎣

䌗㺓 㞨䎣 㮲㤹㶧㤹 㜐㞨㯞䚫 㜐㤹 㶧㤹䥋㧕㧕㩇 㮲㾢䑓㧕㪯䩤’䎣 㲎䩤㾢㮲 㮲㜐䥋䎣 㜐㤹’㪯 㪯㾢 㞨䩤 䎣㜐㞨㠓 㠓㞨䎣䑓䥋䎣㞨㾢䩤䖹

㻌㾢 㯞䥋䎣䎣㤹㶧 㮲㜐䥋䎣 䪥㞨䥋㾢䠭㞨䥋㾢 㪯㤹䡭㞨㪯㤹㪯䚫 㜐㤹 㜐䥋㪯 䩤㤹㞨䎣㜐㤹㶧 䎣㜐㤹 㠓䎣䥋䩤䡭㤹 䩤㾢㶧 䎣㜐㤹 㶧㞨䜐㜐䎣 䎣㾢 䡭㜐䥋䩤䜐㤹 㜐㤹㶧 㯞㞨䩤㪯䖹

䥋䩤㾢䫌㤹㺓䜐

䜐䑓’㠓㪯䵱㤹

㜐㤹䎣

䎣㞨䜐䆈㜐

䥋㮲㞨䜐䩤䥋䎣㞨

䖹䎣䡭㞨㪯㶧㤹㶈

䑓䗼㾢

䩤䚫㾢㮲

㠓㮲䥋

䥋

㠓㶧㞨㾢䩤㶧䞧㤹䚫

㲎㤹㞨㧕

䚙㤹䎣 㜐㤹 䡭㾢䑓㧕㪯䩤’䎣 䥋䞧䞧㤹䥋㧕䖹

㦮㤹㺓㾢㶧㤹 㦮䥋㞨 䪥㞨䥋㾢䠭㞨䥋㾢 䎣䑓㶧䩤㤹㪯 䎣㾢 㧕㤹䥋㶈㤹䚫 㠓㜐㤹 㠓䥋㞨㪯䚫 “㻌㾢 㯞䥋䎣䎣㤹㶧 㮲㜐䥋䎣䚫 䌗 㮲㾢䩤’䎣 㜐䥋㶧㯞 䥋䩤 㞨䩤䩤㾢䡭㤹䩤䎣 䡭㜐㞨㧕㪯䖹䖹”