Su Luo slowly closed her eyes. Usually, he would fall asleep quickly after she sang a few lines, but for some reason, he wasn't sleepy at all today.
Su Luo reluctantly opened her eyes, lay down, and looked at Ye Xiaoman, who was looking down at her. It was strange, really.
He felt that Ye Xiaoman hadn't changed much in the past five years, neither in personality nor appearance.
Even her hair length hasn't changed; it's always remained shoulder-length, and the color has always been black.
Ye Xiaoman smiled and teased.
"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"
Su Luo shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice.
"No, I just feel that time hasn't left any marks on your face."
"Of course! Don't you think about how expensive the skincare products I usually use are? If they didn't work at all, wouldn't I be a complete rip-off? As for you, I don't think you've aged at all; your skin is still so good..."
As Ye Xiaoman spoke, she started pinching Su Luo's cheeks, finding the smooth texture really nice to touch.
Su Luo didn't resist and let her pinch him. Anyway, she wouldn't cross the line, so let her touch him.
He sighed deeply and retorted, "I'm not young anymore, I'm 32..."
Time flies! In the blink of an eye, I'm over thirty and no longer a vibrant young person.
Once you go out, you won't be recognized as a college student anymore.
Ye Xiaoman pinched him hard.
"Yes, you're already thirty-two. At your age, you should be being pressured to get married. So when are you planning to get married? You don't need to take your medication anymore, shouldn't you start thinking about it?"
She had been waiting for Su Luo for five years, and now she was 30 years old. Her parents kept urging her to get married and go on blind dates, telling her not to wait for Su Luo anymore.
But she kept telling her parents that Su Luo was just sick and that's why he couldn't be with her, and that he would definitely not abandon her once he recovered.
The reason she could wait so long was because Su Luo's illness had shown signs of improvement, and Su Luo had not been intimate with any other woman in the past five years except for her.
So, even though Su Luo and she were not actually together or had slept together, everyone around them silently regarded them as a couple. She naturally felt that if Su Luo really wanted to get married, she would be the one to marry him.
"..."
Su Luo fell silent. He used to have an excuse to refuse Ye Xiaoman because he was sick and he was afraid of being a burden to her.
Now it seems he really has no excuse left. Ye Xiaoman has been with him for five years and has been taking good care of him all this time. Although she is not a meticulous person, she has done her best.
To say that he truly had no feelings for Ye Xiaoman would be a lie.
But when it came to actually marrying her, he subconsciously resisted. After all, he had always wanted to stay single for life and didn't want to be tied down by relationships again, and he was also afraid of letting her down again.
Ye Xiaoman pressed her head against his forehead and said fiercely.
"Hey, why aren't you saying anything? Don't play dead. If you don't say anything, I'll take it as a yes. You definitely want to marry me, but you're too shy to say it, right?"
Su Luo smiled helplessly.
"No, I'm afraid my illness isn't fully recovered yet, and I don't want to be a burden to you..."
The doctor said that stopping the medication would cause varying degrees of withdrawal symptoms, and there was no guarantee that it would not relapse in the future.
Upon hearing this, Ye Xiaoman instantly became angry.
"You're afraid of being a burden to me? Please, you've caused me no end of trouble these past five years. Every time you have an attack, I have to put down my work and come back to take care of you. If it weren't for you, I would definitely be doing much better now. And now you're saying you don't want to be a burden to me? Don't you have any conscience?"
Su Luo stared into her eyes and said earnestly.
"Xiaoman, I will never forget how good you were to me, but I'm really scared, I used to..."
Ye Xiaoman interrupted him angrily.
"Enough! Stop bringing up the past. It's been five years, and you still can't forget it? I'm not a patient person, and I admire myself for being able to wait for you for five years. You're still so timid and hesitant. I really can't take it anymore..."
Frustrated, she pushed Su Luo away, glared at him fiercely, and stormed out of the room.
Bang!
Ye Xiaoman slammed the door shut.
Su Luo was even more unable to sleep. She sat up, reached out, touched the cigarettes on the bedside table, took one out, put it in her mouth, and lit it with a lighter.
He took a gentle inhale and exhaled a thick cloud of white mist.
As nicotine passes through the lungs, the troubled mind gradually calms down.
Ye Xiaoman is right, he really has no conscience. Ye Xiaoman was so good to him and stayed with him for so long.
But he still couldn't forget the past. He thought that time was the best medicine and could heal all the pain and scars of the past.
But reality gave him a resounding slap in the face.
He still thinks of Nami Ozawa from time to time, of Ling Shan Song, and sometimes even of Qi Luo Song.
He couldn't forget Nami Ozawa because she was the woman he had wronged the most in his life. He pulled her out of despair when she was at her lowest point, promising to help her escape the abyss and giving her hope for a new life.
He gave her the wedding of her dreams, but at the happiest moment, he brought her happiness to an abrupt end, plunging her back into the abyss.
Five years have passed, and when I think of her or see her photos, I no longer feel nauseous.
Is she doing well now? Does she still remember me?
Su Luo shook her head vigorously.
No, what's the point of him thinking about this now? He was the one who insisted on breaking up with her so she could live a good life on her own.
Even without thinking about Ozawa Nami, Su Luo couldn't help but think of Song Lingshan again.
Thinking back to their last meeting, Song Lingshan took him home without saying much, but her eyes were full of reluctance.
Despite my reluctance, I let him go.
He really didn't expect that Song Lingshan would keep her word this time and not bother him for the past five years.
This time, she has truly let go of herself and no longer has any thoughts about herself.
Song Qiluo never contacted him again; it was as if she had suddenly disappeared.
For some reason, thinking about this suddenly brought a faint sense of loss to my heart.
Su Luo's eyes widened suddenly.
Why would he feel disappointed?
Does everyone have to love you?
Even if we're apart, will you still think of me?
Secretly in love with yourself?
Is this the only way to heal the wounds of being neglected and bullied in childhood?
What kind of logic is this? It's not fair at all. He's not the sun, so everyone has to revolve around him.
Su Luo raised his wrist, looking at the still very obvious scar. All the scars on his body had been removed, except for this one.
He reminded himself that his past had ended when he cut his wrists.
Now he cherishes everything he has: Ye Xiaoman, Ye Xiaotian, and the business he and Mia have worked so hard to build over the years.
Thinking of this, Su Luo staggered to his feet, left the room, and intended to apologize to Ye Xiaoman.
He knocked on Ye Xiaoman's bedroom door, but was coldly rejected by her.
"Get out of my way!"
Su Luo had no choice but to give up.
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