"Is it very hard?"
"It's good to go. After all these years, I can't wake up. I must be tired."
Rubbing his forehead, he sighed tiredly: "Actually, I'm tired too."
"From the age of ten until now, I have been like a machine that never dares to stop, for fear that if I stop, I will be thrown onto the street and bullied by that man again."
"It's just a pity. I wanted to bring her to see you in a few days."
"I don't know if you have such a wish, hoping that your son will get married and start a family."
"I think there might be one, so I brought her here today so you can meet her."
Thinking of the woman who was anxiously waiting for him at the door, Du Muhan suddenly felt that he was not alone at all. He should have a good life in the future, right
"She is very good, very beautiful, very smart, very good, and has a pair of very beautiful and magical hands, but she seems to have a bad temper."
Speaking of Su Qiao's slightly hot temper, there was not a trace of disgust in Du Muhan's eyes, but instead a look of relief on the corners of his mouth.
"But this is what I am most satisfied with her."
"Because of this, she will never be bullied, and she won't be like you, who can only hold her head and endure the beatings of men, or hold her own children and endure the beatings of men together."
"Forget it, let's not talk about the past. I'll go call her in and let you take a look."
Du Muhan's mood was no longer as depressed as before he came, and it felt much better.
He stood up and walked to the door, gently opened it, took Su Qiao's hand, and led her to the bedside.
Su Qiao glanced at the various medical devices beside the bed that had not yet been removed: "How long has she been lying here?"
"Seventeen years."
Du Muhan's eyes were calm, no longer confused.
"After Ding Wencheng went in, I quietly transferred her here and spent all the money I had earned in the past two years."
"I was planning to wait until we built a school at the foot of the mountain before bringing you to see her."
Su Qiao patted his back comfortingly: "Don't think too much. In fact, life will eventually end. She may be tired of lying like this."
Du Muhan nodded gently: "Yes, it's better for her to leave. She should be tired after so many years."
If she was awake, he hoped she could live a few more years and enjoy a few more years of happiness, but like this... She can't wake up? He doesn't know those tubes inserted into her body? Does it hurt? She can't even express herself, so it's better for her to die.
Seeing that his emotions had stabilized, Su Qiao patted his shoulder with some pride and said, "If you want to cry, I can lend you my shoulder."
"Reassuring? Tough enough? Safe enough."
Du Muhan hugged her sideways and held her tightly in his arms: "Actually, I'm not sad. I have been mentally prepared for this result."
But when this moment really came, he still felt a little uncomfortable.
This woman? This woman he calls mother? Her life is so sad.
She got pregnant out of wedlock, was abandoned, couldn't even find a man, and her family kicked her out? They treated her as if she were no daughter.
With great difficulty, she found a man from a wealthy family with this face, but ended up meeting a beast. She just lay in bed for seventeen years and then passed away quietly.
Su Qiao knew that he was upset, and patted his back soothingly: "Bury her well, just bury her on this mountain. She should be familiar with the air here. When we build a school at the foot of the mountain, we can come to see her often."