After three seconds of silence, Huo Mian slowly said, "Su Yu, if I die, please forget me . "
"What?" Su Yu felt like he had been hit by lightning and couldn't move his body .
If he heard right, Huo Mian had just asked him to forget her if she died .
"You didn't mishear anything, that's what I said . "
"Why would you say depressing stuff out of the blue… I thought that you had a real request, this doesn't count . Take the bullet back and think about it . I'm telling you that I have a lot of valuable things in my mansion, pearls from the Qing Dynasty, blue and white porcelain from the Ming Dynasty, a copper sword from the Warring States period, a jade pendant from the Western Zhou Dynasty . I have everything… anything is better than this . "
Su Yu thought Huo Mian was joking, so he wanted to give the bullet back .
However, Huo Mian didn't take it from him . Instead, she looked at Su Yu with a serious expression . "Are you a man of your word?"
"Of course . "
"Then you have to keep your promise . "
"I…" Su Yu couldn't speak .
"You said that you would fulfill any wish I have within your capability . "
"But this wish… isn't something I can do," Su Yu looked at her and answered with immeasurable sadness in his voice .
To him, it was too difficult and cruel to forget Huo Mian .
"You have to do it…" Huo Mian stared into his eyes .
The two were in a stalemate for a while .
Su Yu tilted his head up and controlled his emotions . . .
Then, he packed up the bullet shell and softly said, "Okay, I promise you . "
Huo Mian smiled . . .
"But I don't think you'll die . If you die, I'll go to hell, find Hades, and beat him up . After that, I'll drag you back to the mortal realm . That's all, rest well . Bye . "
Before Huo Mian could reply, Su Yu turned to leave without staying for another minute .
Of course, that suited Su Yu's style . It was very much like him to threaten to beat up Hades . . .
After Su Yu left, Huo Mian changed out of her hospital gown and into casual clothes . She wore a white jacket and white boots .
"Dr . Huo, you're leaving?" the nurse who was delivering the dinner asked .
She was beyond surprised to see Huo Mian leave . . .
"Mmm, I miss my mom . "
"But you're still not in good shape, you can't move around too much…"
"It's okay, I am not driving anyways . I'm calling a cab and will be back in three hours . Don't worry about me . "
"But…" The nurse still seemed conflicted .
"Don't worry… oh, and don't tell anyone that I left . If someone asks, say that I went to sleep . Thanks," Huo Mian said as she turned around to leave . . .
The nurse didn't think too much because she knew that Huo Mian was a reliable person .
Huo Mian did call a cab home .
When she got home, Yang Meirong was just about to make dinner . . .
"Mom, I'm home . "
"Huh? Aren't you supposed to be traveling?" Yang Meirong was quite surprised .
"Ah… I came back early because I got bored . "
"Right, I don't understand traveling . It's tiring and the same, wherever you go . " Yang Meirong was really happy to see her daughter come home .
"Mom, did you eat yet?"
"No, I'm just about to cook . What do you want to eat? I'll make some for you . "
"No, I'll cook today . " After she spoke, Huo Mian took off her jacket, rolled up her sleeves, and went into the kitchen .
"What are you going to make for me, I thought you only know how to make messes . "
Though Yang Meirong nagged her, she was quite happy . . .
"I'll make you dumplings, do you have meat?"
"Mhm . "
Then, Yang Meirong got Huo Mian some dumpling fillings from the fridge .
"It's ready-made . "
"Great, you can just leave it here . Go rest, I have everything under control . "
"What's wrong with you, kid? You're acting strange today . " Yang Meirong sensed that something was wrong and looked at Huo Mian strangely .
"No… I am perfectly fine, I just want to make dumplings for you… You've been cooking for me all these years, haha, I wanted to give back to you . I want to prove to you that you didn't raise me up for nothing . "
After speaking, Huo Mian quirkily kissed Yang Meirong's cheek .
"Gosh, what's wrong with this kid?"
Yang Meirong muttered as she walked out of the kitchen . . .
She didn't see that the moment she walked out, Huo Mian's tears poured down like waterfalls .
"Mom… Thanks for nurturing me for twenty-four years," looking at Yang Meirong's silhouette, she softly said .
Chapter end
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