The sound of birdsong is sweet, and the fragrance of the food dyes the sense of smell.
Su Mo never thought that when he still opened his eyes, he never thought that he would still have the chance to see Snow Grass in his life. Is it a dream, or is he already in the underworld? But where can there be such a bright sunshine and such a warm quilt in the underworld. Still dreaming...
Snow Grass was in a good mood, humming a little song, and eating fragrantly. Her profile face was warm and quiet in the noon sunlight, and Su Mo couldn't help squinting her eyes in fascination.
It's not bad to have such a dream.
Maybe it was because his eyes were too scorching hot, Snow Grass made a slight movement of slicing the rice, turned his head and looked at each other. ."
The long-lost voice made Su Mo dazed for a while, and the hand in the bed quietly pinched him, Su Mo sighed with laughter: "It's not a dream..."
Xuecao took an empty bowl, scooped up the rice, and put a few chopsticks and vegetables in it, and finally inserted the chopsticks straight into the rice bowl and brought it to Su Mo like a monument: "When you wake up, you can Eat." She put the bowl on the side of the bed, turned to leave, and Su Mo called out:
"Snow grass."
This low voice was like the nightmare that once woke her up every night. In the dream, he also said hoarsely, "Xuecao, it's me, Su Mo, who bears you in this life, I'm sorry." The bitter cold in those words is more piercing than the slag of winter. Only now, she won't be hurt by him anymore.
Snow Grass snorted coldly: "Young Master Su still remembers the little girl's name, it's an honor."
Su Mo squinted and smiled, and his long eyelashes covered his eyes: "In my life, the only thing I can't forget, is the snow grass."
"Heh." Xuecao turned around, folded her arms, and looked at him condescendingly, "I haven't seen you for three years, but Young Master Su can't spit out ivory anymore. Let the little girl ask, what do you mean? If so, where do you put your powerful wife?"
"She's dead." Su Mo replied casually.
"What about your sect and killers?"
"All dead."
Snow grass looked at him for a while, she didn't want to ask more, knowing the result made her smile with joy: "These news are really happy."
Su Mo looked at her and smiled, and then the corners of his mouth curved up, not knowing whether he was really happy or mocking himself. But no matter what kind of smile, Xuecao didn't want to see it on his face: "Su Mo, can you still smile now?"
"You're still here, it's great when I find you." He took it naturally, just like she was still the snow grass that was so stupid that she threw herself on him back then, like he never pushed her down with his own hands. The cliff, as if she had broken an arm and a lame leg, it was better to survive that year and not exist at all.
Snow Grass suppressed a smile, bent down, put her hand on the wound on his shoulder indifferently, and pressed down hard until the blood penetrated the cotton cloth and wet her fingers. Su Mo's face was pale, but the curvature of his lips remained unchanged. He looked at Snow Grass and listened to her cold voice: "Su Mo, I think you haven't figured it out yet. Now I'm here just to see you cry."
Su Mo looked at Snow Grass quietly for a while: "I will try my best to satisfy you."