Chapter 782 Su Miao Extra 53
Song Hansheng's eyes were too passionate, and it was hard for Su Miao not to notice. She turned around and saw Song Hansheng's car parked outside the gate.
There was a distance in between, and people were sitting in the car, so Su Miao couldn't see inside the car, but her intuition told her that Song Hansheng was inside the car.
Su Miao said: "Wait."
"What's wrong?" Qin Mo looked in the direction of Su Miao's voice and found something wrong. Just as he turned around and was about to face the car, the door opened and Song Hansheng walked out.
His steps were somewhat unsteady and he walked very slowly, but it took him nearly a minute to walk the short distance.
Su Miao did not dodge or evade. When facing Song Hansheng, she did not let Qin Mo take her away in a hurry.
"Miao Miao." Song Hansheng also wore a mask on his face, revealing only a pair of bloodshot eyes and slightly messy hair.
During the time she was in the hospital, Song Hansheng stayed in the hospital and never went back. He was still wearing the same clothes he wore two days ago.
"Don't go, okay?" He pleaded in his voice.
Su Miao's eyes were calm. Logically, she should hate this person. Seeing his miserable appearance, she should laugh and mock him, but she didn't. Nothing happened. People say that silence comes after great sorrow or joy, and the same is true for hatred. After extreme hatred, looking at this person is like looking at a dead person.
"Song Hansheng, are you worthy?"
Song Hansheng's heart shuddered and he felt dizzy.
He wanted to walk towards Su Miao, but his feet felt as if they were tied with a thousand-pound iron chain. Let alone walking, he could hardly even lift his feet.
The distance between him and Su Miao was only two meters, which was really not far at all. He only needed to take two more steps forward before he could reach out and grab her.
But even such a short distance was a gap that he could never cross. It was as if layers of walls were erected around Su Miao, and no matter how much he screamed from outside, he could not break in.
Su Miao said, "What did you offer to make me stay? Was it your wavering heart, your dirty tricks, or threats and coercion? Song Hansheng, I've never once truly wanted to stay by your side, did you know that? I lied to you about getting pregnant, bearing your child, and staying by your side. I was just trying to get back at you. Think about it, you've always lied to me before, and now it's my turn to lie to you. How can you not stand it?"
A sharp pain broke through the bones in my heart, and the pain was so severe that it made me breathless. This is how people are. They don’t feel anything when they hurt others, but they only feel pain when they bleed.
Some things are like a game of chess. If you make one wrong move, you lose the whole game.
The happiness that was once within reach has now fallen into an endless cliff. Song Hansheng can't even think about keeping Su Miao. He doesn't even have the qualifications to move forward and get close to her. Moreover, Qin Mo is standing behind her, eyeing him covetously.
The two people's bodies moved closer unconsciously, their hands touching the handles of the wheelchairs. Song Hansheng stared at the two hands, his eyes becoming increasingly hot.
He was like a stray dog, begging his master to stay.
"Su Miao, I have something I want to say to you alone."
"I'm not interested."
"I'll let you go if you listen to me. If you don't listen, I'll keep pestering you. You know I can do it with my means."
Su Miao was already accustomed to his shameless behavior. Just as she was about to speak, her vision suddenly darkened. Qin Mo, who had been standing beside her, stood in front of her, completely blocking Song Hansheng.
"Didn't you hear her? She's not interested."
"Get out of the way. This is a matter between me and Su Miao." He wanted to say that it was not Qin Mo's turn to interrupt.
Qin Mo taunted him, "Song Hansheng, have some shame? Do you think you're the sun and the whole world revolves around you? You're so selfish at your age. No one has the obligation to accommodate your selfish desires. Su Miao is a person, not something you can casually throw or pick up. You keep pestering her, begging her to stay with you, but look at her now. She's physically and mentally disabled. You've destroyed everything she had."
Qin Mo's vicious words pierced his eardrums like needles, and Song Hansheng's nails dug into his flesh, causing a sharp pain.
Song Hansheng said helplessly: "I know I was wrong, and I want to make it up to her. I want to repent and apologize, but I don't have the chance."
He was like a vulture, waiting until other beasts had eaten all the meat until there were only a few bites left before picking up the rotten meat. It wasn't that he didn't want to make amends or admit his mistake and apologize, but Su Miao didn't give him the chance.
It was unknown what had touched Qin Mo's heart when Song Hansheng's words struck a chord, but he immediately erupted in anger: "Do you know why there are death row inmates? Because some people simply don't deserve to be forgiven. Put aside your resentment. If someone like you wants to atone for their sins, they should turn themselves in and die. Squatting here like a victim begging for forgiveness is just a vain attempt to alleviate your inner guilt."
Qin Mo rarely confronted Song Hansheng head-on, and this aggressive look was the first time Su Miao had seen him.
But was he wrong?
That's right.
Indeed, if Song Hansheng wanted to atone for his sins, he should surrender himself and let the law punish him, instead of waiting here for her to admit her mistake.
Qin Mo turned around, and the gloomy expression on his face suddenly turned from cloudy to sunny: "Let's go, we will ignore him. If you don't want to see him, then don't see him. No one dares to threaten you now."
After saying that, Qin Mo was about to go to Su Miao's wheelchair. He was always on guard against Song Hansheng who was not far away, looking for the right direction and angle. As long as Song Hansheng approached, he would turn around and raise his hand to punch him.
But this time it was Su Miao who stopped him: "Wait a minute, I want to hear what he wants to say."
Su Miao has known Song Hansheng for too long, and she can tell what's going on just by looking at his expression. Although Song Hansheng is wearing a mask and she can't see her expression, she can feel that he is different from usual, and there's a dead air about him.
Su Miao just wanted to know what he was going to say to her.
When he heard that Su Miao wanted to stay, a light flashed in Song Hansheng's dark eyes.
Su Miao's belief in Song Hansheng doesn't mean Qin Mo believes it, but he respects Su Miao's opinion: "Are you sure?"
Su Miao nodded.
Song Hansheng wanted to talk to Su Miao alone, so Qin Mo walked aside and said, "Call me if you need anything. I'll be right over there."
He couldn't go too far, for he was afraid that if he went too far, Song Hansheng would really attack Su Miao and he wouldn't even have the chance to rush over and fight back.
"Go ahead." Su Miao looked up at him. This is a hospital, there are so many people around and there are cameras, Song Hansheng has to be cautious.
Song Hansheng opened his mouth, but suddenly fell silent. He had thought of the words countless times, but at this moment he couldn't say them.
Su Miao was a little impatient: "Are you going to tell me or not? If not, I'll leave."
"Su Miao, I'm dying." Song Hansheng said, his emotions filled with bitterness. "Just today, I was diagnosed with brain cancer."
His eyes had been following Su Miao's figure, but at the critical moment, he lowered his head and dared not look at Su Miao's face.
Su Miao was stunned, and a song came into his ears: "Good luck, I wish you good luck..."
The song came at such a coincidence that Su Miao thought she was hallucinating. A passing old man quickly took out his old cell phone from his pocket.
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