997 Clinging to Her Man and Refusing to Divorce! (1/2)
She wanted to punish and banish herself…
Cen Mo, who had been through those experiences, had given the little trust he had to begin with to Song Yao, yet time and time again, Song Yao disappointed him.
Now, because of the heartache that she felt for Cen Mo, she chose to conceal her guilt towards Su Huan in the depths of her heart and be with Cen Mo properly. However, because of her previous actions, Cen Mo no longer trusted her!
Or perhaps this was retribution. The hurt she caused Su Huan back then was being returned to her now by the heavens!
Song Yao felt devoid of all strength. She sat lifelessly on the footstool, feeling dizzy. ”Cen Mo, you take the phone away, I don't need a new one! I'll be good and stay in this bedroom to focus on the pregnancy in the future. I'll go wherever you ask me to, so don't be angry! Let Su Huan go home, okay?”
Song Yao's tone was peaceful, like usual. She knew that the more she pleaded with him, the angrier Cen Mo would get…
She was afraid her words might antagonize Cen Mo, so she looked up and added, ”In the future, I'll work hard to make you sense it, that I truly love you!”
”By not begging me for Su Huan's sake, you'll be able to let me sense your love for me!” Cen Mo then walked towards the door.
Song Yao reached out to hold him back.
”Cen Mo, you've experienced what it's like to be unable to go back home to see your kin for the last time…” Song Yao said. ”Put yourself in his shoes. Can't you just let Su Huan off?”
This was Cen Mo's greatest pain!
Back then, Cen Mo was helpless. He was unable to fetch Lu Xiangsi as he had promised. By the time he returned home, Lu Xiangsi had passed away.
Song Yao sounded heavily muffled, to the point that one could no longer tell that it was her voice. ”I'm not trying to reveal your old scars! I just feel that since you've been through it, you can empathize with him. Stop making things difficult for Su Huan. He's the most innocent! Okay?”
Song Yao's mind was all jumbled up. Right now, she could no longer care if her words would make Cen Mo angry or accede to her request. She only felt a ringing in the ears, and her mind was blanking out.
Cen Mo withdrew his hand, leaving Song Yao grasping air.
Song Yao knew she had misspoken, but other than saying this, Song Yao was out of ideas about how to beg Cen Mo to let Su Huan go back home!
She didn't even have the strength to look up. The ringing in her ears increased in magnitude several folds, and her brain felt like it was about to explode from the ringing. Everything became black, and she slumped to the ground…
”Song Yao!”
Cen Mo called out her name in shock, but she had descended into darkness. It was as if there was a giant hand holding her in a death grip and pulling her towards the darkness.
…
In the darkness, Song Yao seemed to smell the familiar scent of hospital disinfectant…
She felt her stomach and head hurt so much it was intolerable. It was as if she was transported back to the summer holiday when she was fifteen, the summer where her father had mercilessly stomped on her.
That noon, the cicadas were chirping especially loudly, and the old fan at home was constantly making ”weng” sounds, seeming as if it might fall apart at any moment. Her mother was sitting before the sewing machine, making air-conditioning covers for others.
She had dozed off on her desk while writing her summer assignments. Then, suddenly, she heard the loud sound of the door opening, stirring her from her sleep…
By the time she heard her parents arguing fiercely and was completely awake, she saw her father carrying luggage and wanting to leave. Her mother was crying and tugging at the bag, begging him not to abandon her and Song Yao.
Song Yao was holding a mechanical pencil in her hand, a dull expression on her face…