Ling Miao had feelings, Su Yuyang's call, Su Yuyang's tears, Su Yuyang's hug... Ling Miao felt everything about Su Yuyang, but he couldn't give Su Yuyang a response because he felt he didn't deserve it.
The moment Tang Xuan wiped his neck, Ling Miao felt that he was a murderer. After Tang Xuan committed suicide, Ling Miao was thinking: If I had not said those words, would Tang Xuan not have committed suicide
Although Ling Miao understood that Tang Xuan did not deserve his sympathy, when a living life disappeared in front of him and hinted to himself before his death that his death was related to him, no matter how Ling Miao suppressed his inner fear and self-blame, he Still can't calm down.
Tang Xuan may have wanted to use his death to exchange for Ling Miao's lifelong anxiety.
Ling Miao had to admit that Tang Xuan did it. He used his own blood to make Ling Miao feel guilty and make Ling Miao unable to face Su Yuyang's deep love.
Although Su Yuyang said that he would share all the suffering with Ling Miao, how could Ling Miao be willing to let the already sad Su Yuyang fall into even more painful abyss
Ling Miao wanted to taste the consequences he had sown. Maybe one day in the future, Ling Miao's heart will be redeemed. Before that, he couldn't bear everything Su Yuyang gave him.
"Yu, you always want me to call you this, but I can't shout out. I can only call you this silently in my heart." Ling Miao looked at Su Yuyang's back and reached out to touch Su Yuyang's strong arms. The fingertips cut through the air and hung down weakly.
Untouchable, Ling Miao couldn't touch Su Yuyang.
Ling Miao's vision was blurred, and water seemed to fall from his eyes. Raising his hand to wipe away the obstructing tears, Ling Miao tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth and expressed his feelings with eyes full of love.
"I love you" Ling Miao said silently.
After placing the last bowl, Su Yuyang placed his hands on the edge of the sink. He raised his head, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled it. After doing this several times, he walked towards the living room with a smile on his face.
Ling Miao seemed to be fascinated by it. He didn't notice that Su Yuyang was about to turn around, so as soon as Su Yuyang turned around, he met Ling Miao's loving eyes.
Su Yuyang almost ran to the living room. He hugged the panicked Ling Miao, kissed Ling Miao's hair, and said excitedly: "Xiao Miao, I know you have feelings for me, and I also know that you don't really care about me. . Little second, after this time, I completely see your position in my life."
Su Yuyang held Ling Miao's arms a little tighter. Ling Miao pressed his face tightly against Su Yuyang's chest. He smelled the faint scent of soap on Su Yuyang's clothes and his breathing became rapid.
Ling Miao greedily sucked in Su Yuyang's breath. He wanted to remember Su Yuyang's taste in his mind.
"Xiao Miao, I want to see your parents, and I'll go tomorrow." Su Yuyang kissed Ling Miao's forehead and murmured.
Ling Miao suddenly opened his eyes, and as soon as he raised his head, his eyes met Su Yuyang's smiling eyes. The moment Su Yuyang's eyes met with Ling Miao's, he was stunned: Ling Miao's eyes were filled with fear.
Ling Miao trembled and pushed Su Yuyang away. He rushed to Yan Li's room and locked the door with a "click".
"He planned to meet my parents, why so suddenly?" Ling Miao paced back and forth uneasily.
"Xiao Miao!" Su Yuyang slammed the door hard, "Xiao Miao, I made the decision when you were in a coma. When you wake up, you will go see your parents. I want to show them my cards. I want to marry you!"
"Marry...?" Ling Miao's legs weakened and he fell directly to the ground, "He wants to marry me, but... can a person like me marry him? I... I don't deserve it, I don't deserve to marry him."
Hearing the noise in the house, Su Yuyang panicked and shouted, "Xiao Miao, wait for me, I'll get the key."
Su Yuyang took out the keys from the bag with trembling hands, but the keys to the two rooms were almost the same. There were four keys. When Su Yuyang tried the third one, the door opened.
"Little Miao!" As soon as Su Yuyang opened the door, he saw Ling Miao sitting on the ground. He helped Ling Miao up and asked nervously: "Are you injured?"
Ling Miao didn't respond. He stared at Su Yuyang, suddenly hugged Su Yuyang, threw himself into Su Yuyang's arms and cried hard.
Su Yuyang stood there helpless, and Ling Miao's increasingly louder cries woke him up. He patted Ling Miao's back and asked softly, "Just tell me if you have anything to do. Keep it in your heart. If you feel uncomfortable, I feel even worse than you."
Ling Miao didn't speak. He looked up at Su Yuyang, stood up on tiptoes and pressed his lips to Su Yuyang's lips.
Su Yuyang looked at Ling Miao in shock, but Ling Miao had his eyes closed and part of his face was blocked, so he couldn't see Ling Miao's expression clearly.
Su Yuyang hugged Ling Miao and told her love in Ling Miao's ear: "Xiao Miao, I love you, so I don't allow you to hurt yourself. I don't know why you are so proactive today, but I am afraid of taking the last step. You will regret it later, so when I wake up, I will pretend nothing happened."
It was already early in the morning when Ling Miao woke up. He moved his body and felt a little difficult. He removed Su Yuyang's hand from his waist, lifted the quilt and got out of bed carefully.
Standing by the bed, Ling Miao frowned and looked at the sleeping man, who seemed to be making a difficult decision. After a long time, Ling Miao finally made a move.
One minute, ten minutes... Su Yuyang groaned, and it took him a few seconds to come back to his senses.
"Yu, I love you." Ling Miao said silently in his heart.
Ling Miao looked at Su Yuyang reluctantly. After a few seconds, he took a sharp breath and turned his head away cruelly. Ling Miao walked to the desk, took out a stack of paper and a pen, and walked out of the room quietly.