At this time, Wang's parents no longer worried about whether or not to have a grandchild. As long as they could give them a living child, they would be satisfied.
Shortly after divorcing Wang Zhiyao, Cen Yue paid off her debt to Xingyu, sold her house, and took her daughter to Hong Kong to develop her career. She never had any contact with the Wang family again.
*
Before she died, Su Qiao looked calmly at the man who was sitting in the rocking chair and fanning her slowly: "You are hiding something from me."
"If you don't say it now, you won't have the chance to say it."
After living together for so many years, no matter how well he hides it, no matter how carefree Su Qiao is, she can still feel it sometimes.
"I thought you wouldn't feel it."
Cen Mohan reached out and tucked the blanket for her, without stopping the fan in his hand, fanning her.
"When should I start?"
"I think it was when I was fifteen, one night, I had a dream..."
Cen Mohan slowly fell into memories and told Su Qiao about the dream he had when he was fifteen, as well as his experiences in the past ten years.
Su Qiao tried hard to cheer himself up and listened carefully, but then he became completely confused.
This guy had the same dream for ten years. Both the spinning black hole and the ruthless woman in the dream had troubled him for ten years.
It wasn't until I met her that these troubles gradually disappeared.
Su Qiao vaguely remembered that he had mentioned this dream once, but what he said at that time was that he later had sleep disorders because of the dream.
After meeting her, I rested better.
I remember she jokingly said at that time, "So I am your tranquilizer"
"Xiao Qiao, tell me, is that ruthless woman in my dream you?"
In fact, this problem has troubled Cen Mohan for decades.
I couldn’t see what the woman looked like, and their voices were different, but the tones of their speech were sometimes similar.
"That was your dream, how should I know?"
"Besides, if you mind, then why are you still with me? Why are you so nice to me?"
The more Su Qiao thought about it, the more fucking upset he felt.
"You are sick!"
She really couldn't imagine that this guy actually kept such a thing in his heart and had kept it hidden for his entire life.
If she hadn't asked, would he still not have said it
"Why not?" Cen Mohan looked confused.
"This can't stop me from liking you, or wanting to be with you."
"Over the years, I have studied a lot of information on reincarnation. I think that everything in the world has reincarnation, including humans."
"And what was in that dream was what happened in our previous life."
"In the last life, you didn't like me, rejected me, and didn't belong to me. So in this life, we love each other and live happily together for the rest of our lives. This is exactly what made the dream of the last life come true."
Su Qiao: “…”
"You big head ghost, you are dead!" How dare you lie to her.
"Well, I'll die with you."
Cen Mohan put down the fan, reached out and touched her cheek, which seemed to have regained some color due to anger, and with his other hand he took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket.
"Look, I've even prepared everything."
Su Qiao stared at the small brown medicine bottle and was stunned for a moment, "You are sick."
Who asked him to die with him
Do you think you are still young and want to commit suicide for love
Cen Mohan unscrewed the lid and drank the potion in the bottle in one gulp before Su Qiao could stop him.
He calmly screwed the lid on and threw it into the trash can beside him.
"I am sick, and you just found out?"