Chapter 800 Su Miao Extra Chapter 72
"He will, after all, he owes me this." Su Miao said firmly. She was also taking a gamble. After all, no one can predict the future. She was betting that Song Hansheng would listen to her and live well in prison.
Killing him with one shot would be too easy. She wanted him to watch everything he had gained disappear bit by bit in prison. She wanted him to experience the ultimate downfall, to have nothing left, to be destitute for the rest of his life, to be doomed and unable to recover.
What could be more torturous than watching something in your hand slowly disappear? Even ordinary people couldn't stand it, let alone Song Hansheng who once stood on the top of the city.
Being used to being high and mighty, one may have forgotten what it feels like to fall into the mud.
The two plates of vegetarian dishes were quickly served, and Qin Mo brought them to the table. When she returned to the kitchen, she saw that fish soup was being prepared. The fish soup she made was never as good as Qin Mo's. The fish was always fried until it was mushy and incomplete.
"Be careful, it's hot. I'll do it." Qin Mo took the spoon from her hand and said, "Take the bowl and go out to eat."
At the dinner table, the two of them would chat while eating, chewing slowly. The lights in the restaurant were warm yellow, which seemed particularly warm on such a day.
Qin Mo moved his lips several times, wanting to say something to Su Miao but he didn't open his mouth. After the meal was over, he put the dishes away and washed them, while Su Miao wiped the table outside.
Qin Mo suddenly said, "Miao Miao, did you hear everything I said in the ambulance that day?"
The hand that was wiping the table froze, Su Miao lowered her head and bit her lips lightly.
How could she not have heard it? It was Qin Mo's words that woke her up.
"Su Xiaomiao." This is the new nickname Qin Mo gave to Su Miao, a unique name that belongs only to him.
Too many people called him "Miao Miao", calling him "Doctor Su" sounded like an ordinary colleague, and calling him "Su Miao" was too cold, and he was unwilling to accept it.
Su Xiaomiao is a perfect fit.
Su Miao looked up and saw Qin Mo standing at the kitchen door. "I love you, more than you can imagine. You are the exception in my life. If you don't want to be with me, I will wait for you forever. I will wait willingly and I won't force you. After all, love should make people gentle and romantic, not make people feel wronged or compromised..."
Qin Mo hadn't said any of this since Su Miao woke up until now. He restrained his inner feelings, fearing that it would put pressure on Su Miao and that she would hide from him and refuse to receive proper treatment.
Qin Mo used to be nothing to be afraid of, but the more he cared about someone, the more afraid he became. But the people he cared about kept drifting away from him.
Today, Qin Mo mustered up a lot of strength to say these words.
He was afraid of losing Su Miao and that things would become difficult between them.
What is the meaning of "unresolved"? It means that when he wants to keep his distance from her for fear of hurting her, he can't help but get close to her.
The biggest regret in life is meeting a special person, and after many twists and turns, you cannot be together.
I can't bear to do it, and I'm unwilling to do it.
Su Miao felt uncomfortable and clenched the rag in her hand. "Compared to the terrible me, you can meet a more suitable one, Qin Mo. There are many good women in this world who can accompany you for life, grow old together, have a happy family, and have a child. I have nothing. I have been in prison, I have been pregnant, had an abortion, and even had my uterus removed. Do you understand? I can't have children!"
Su Miao's eyes reddened after she finished speaking. She could hardly control herself and lowered her head. Her eyes were sore and swollen, and she was about to hold back her tears. She was so terrible that even she despised herself. How could she be worthy of Qin Mo? Qin Mo could act on impulse, but she couldn't. She couldn't hurt him.
"What kind of happiness is mine..." Qin Mo said as he approached Su Miao. His voice was slightly low and magnetic, with an attraction that could not be ignored.
Su Miao lowered her head and watched his shadow getting closer and closer to her. He did not press on, but stopped half a meter away from her.
"Su Xiaomiao, we are not young anymore. Don't let your future pay for your past. You are not bad at all. You are the best in my heart. You deserve to be cherished and protected. You are not as bad as you say, and I am not as good as you say. You have never done anything wrong."
Su Miao's voice was choked with sobs: "But you like children, I can't..."
"You live in this world to feel the beauty of this world, for example, the warm sunshine and flowers in spring, the cool breeze in the mountains and fields in summer, the fruitful fields and forests in autumn, the white snow and cold plum blossoms in winter, the rising sun and the constant moon, the curling smoke from cooking fires, and the flowers blooming and falling. You should live happily, not to have children. If you like children, we can adopt them together. If not, we can just sit and chat with a bunch of old ladies and old men in the nursing home, and our lives will be just as lively." Qin Mo said seriously, then reached out and held Su Miao's nervous and cold hand tightly.
No matter how many futures he described, Su Miao would be in them.
No matter how many shortcomings Su Miao pointed out or how incompatible they were, Qin Mo would always affirm his love for her.
He really gave her a lot of sense of security. She originally thought that her heart would never feel warm again in this life, but Qin Mo took the initiative to reach out his hand, regardless of the "thorn" growing outside his heart, and even if it was bleeding, he would cover it with force.
The future Qin Mo described was too beautiful. Su Miao raised her head. This time, not only were her eyes red, but her face was also a little red. She stammered, "Why do you like me?"
Qin Mo gently touched her head and said, "I can't tell you the reason, but I know you are the reason why I don't love others."
He couldn't say many romantic words. If he had to describe it in one sentence, it would probably be like the summer cicadas giving up four years of their lives just to meet each other for those short two hundred days.
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