Chapter 46 Su Yueming will always be there

As the night deepened, the wind outside the window grew stronger, rustling the tree branches with a harsh, piercing sound.

Wang Yan stood three steps away from his mother's bedside.

The dim light shone on my mother's bloodless face; her eyes were sunken and her skin was covered with age spots.

She was completely different from the person Wang Yan remembered.

Even Wang Yan couldn't believe that this was a person.

"My uncle asked me to come back."

Wang Yan uttered those words with utter indifference.

Because he didn't know what attitude he should take, perhaps this was already the best.

His mother stared at him blankly, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry, I've wronged you all these years."

What's the point of saying all this now?

This was Wang Yan's first thought.

If pain could be erased with a simple "I'm sorry," then there would be no bad people in the world.

"If that's what you wanted to say, then I understand."

Wang Yan closed his eyes tightly. The matter was already settled, and there was no point in saying anything more harsh.

His mother reached out her hand to him; it was a hand covered in calluses.

"son."

His mother cried out to him in a hoarse voice, "Forgive me, I'm dying."

Wang Yan stood still with a slight frown, not moving forward.

He will not forgive her; if he does, he will betray his former self.

"If you could turn back time, I would forgive you."

This is the biggest step backwards Wang Yan can take.

"You're still blaming me." The mother's tears flowed like an endless river, her cloudy eyes staring unblinkingly at Wang Yan. "You're still blaming me for being heartless..."

"Isn't that heartless?" Wang Yan interrupted her before she could finish speaking, unable to bear it any longer. "Do you know how I've survived all these years? You don't know, because you don't care about me at all."

Years of grievances had been building up in Wang Yan's heart, and his tone was full of sarcasm: "Maybe you know, you know how I've gotten through all these years, you know how repressed and painful my life has been, but you don't care at all."

The mother lay on the bed, shaking her head laboriously, "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

Wang Yan felt that this kind of person was the most hateful, but not hateful enough, nor loving enough.

It repeatedly pulls at your emotions, causing you to turn into a madman.

The atmosphere in the bedroom was so oppressive that Wang Yan couldn't stand it for even a second longer.

"If there's nothing else to say, I'll be leaving now."

After saying that, Wang Yan pushed open the door and went out.

The mother's violent coughing followed immediately, as if she would cough up blood before she would stop.

Seeing Wang Yan come out, Su Yueming walked towards him without hesitation.

"How are you? Are you alright?"

Su Yueming thoughtfully asked him.

Wang Yan's expression was actually not good at all, but he still nodded, "It's alright."

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Wang Yan looked up at his father, who was sitting on a wooden chair smoking, and asked, "What illness does she have?"

His father looked up at him and said, "Lung cancer."

"Didn't you go for treatment?"

"It was already in the late stage when it was diagnosed." Smoke swirled around him, making his voice sound ethereal.

"I see."

Wang Yan didn't really know what to say.

He looked at his father's face, but there was no sadness on his face.

Perhaps for him, it was just a matter of one person dying.

It doesn't matter whether this person is his wife or not.

Wang Yan suddenly thought of himself, and perhaps when he died, it would be the same; no one would feel sad for him.

"This place is remote, so you can stay here tonight."

The father broke the silence by throwing the cigarette on the ground.

That's the only way.

“Since there’s only one empty room, the two of you might have to squeeze in,” the father added again.

"It's okay, I don't mind."

Su Yueming spoke quickly; he couldn't have been happier.

"Okay." The father paused. "I'll go get you another pair of bedding."

Wang Yan's mind was in turmoil; he didn't want to think about anything.

He sat in the chair and reached out to touch his forehead.

Su Yueming stood beside him, accompanying him from beginning to end.

Wang Yan didn't remember how he got into the bedroom. By the time he realized what was happening, he was already lying on the bed.

The bed they were on was small, and after Su Yueming lay down, the two of them could only curl up together to sleep.

The dim light fell on their faces, and Su Yueming could see the pain in Wang Yan's eyes.

Instead, Su Yueming gleaned the gist of the conversation between Wang Yan and his father.

"How about we bring Auntie to City A for treatment?"

Su Yueming spoke in this way.

These words ignited a spark in Wang Yan's heart.

He never actually imagined that his mother would die or disappear from the world.

Hate and love are essentially coexisting.

"May I?"

“Of course.” Su Yueming became Wang Yan’s pillar of support. “Besides, I know experts in this field, so we can have them come over for a consultation.”

Wang Yan opened his mouth, but he found he couldn't refuse.

"But I'm afraid I won't be able to take good care of her..."

Wang Yan was genuinely afraid; he feared he would lose control and lash out at his mother.

Without hesitation, Su Yueming pulled Wang Yan's shoulder tightly and pressed his forehead against his chest.

"No, you'll take good care of yourself." Su Yueming's kiss landed on Wang Yan's hair, giving him encouragement and comfort. "You have to believe in yourself."

"Really?"

Wang Yan raised his little face in his arms, and a faint light appeared in his eyes.

"Really, I believe you."

Su Yueming answered with absolute certainty, as if he could already see the future.

Wang Yan burst into laughter through his tears; his long-wandering heart had finally found its own harbor.

This was the first time someone had been so certain of him.

"Thank you, Su Yueming."

Wang Yan looked into Su Yueming's eyes behind the blindfold and spoke with utmost sincerity.

"You don't need to be polite with me."

At this moment, Wang Yan forgot that Su Yueming was the person he had imprisoned.

They lay together on the small bed, like a couple who had been together for many years, encouraging and comforting each other.

Even if only the two of them remain in the world, they will walk hand in hand.

Perhaps due to the fatigue of traveling during the day, they slept soundly together in each other's arms that night.

So when his father knocked on the door, it took Wang Yan several seconds to react.

He got out of bed barefoot and opened the door.

Looking at his father with sleepy eyes, before Wang Yan could speak, his father had already spoken.

Your mother is dead.

"What?"

Wang Yan didn't react in time.

"Your mother has passed away; her body is already cold."

"Wasn't everything fine yesterday?" Wang Yan asked, bewildered.

"Life is unpredictable."

At this point, the father's words became enigmatic again: "I have already contacted all the relatives and friends. Let's bury him in a couple of days."

After saying these words, the father turned and left.

Wang Yan stood there motionless for a long time until he heard rustling sounds behind him.

Why are you crying?

Su Yueming raised his hand to wipe away Wang Yan's tears, the wet touch leaving his palm.

Did I cry?

Wang Yan genuinely didn't notice.

Her mother's words echoed in her mind; she kept begging for his forgiveness.

But even until her death, he never said he forgave her.