Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Sitting there in the studio, Su Xiaomo smiled happily as her blood gushed out.
She was finally free.
Collapsing to the ground from the blood loss, she had never felt that peaceful.
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However, she didn’t succeed.
Her parents discovered her in time and sent her to a hospital.
She was brought back after hours of resuscitation measures.
According to the medical staff back then, when Su Xiaomo regained consciousness, she had a nervous breakdown immediately.
She had a breakdown because she was still alive.
The head nurse shed tears for her after learning what was going on at home. “Your parents only did it for your own good. Kid, don’t go to extremes. All parents love their kids. They just have such high hopes for you.”
Su Xiaomo’s smile was full of despair. “Do they? Why didn’t anyone ask me if I wanted to be their child when I was born?”
Back then, that was still such a defiant claim. Her father overheard it and slapped her without asking questions. “How dare you! I told you to draw, but what did you do? You don’t want to be my kid? Do you think I want to be your father?”
Su Xiaomo stubbornly held her ground. “I don’t want to draw anymore. What’s wrong with wanting to do the things I like and living for myself?”
Fuming, her father wanted to hit her again, but her mother stopped him with all her strength. She then cried and said, “No one lives just for themselves. Xiao Mo, don’t be so selfish.”
“And what you did wasn’t selfish?” Su Xiaomo retorted quietly, tears streaking her face.
Later, the company her father worked in closed down. He made up his mind and took all their savings to start a business himself. The economy was booming at that time and his capital doubled within months.
Her mother found it a great opportunity as well. She put Su Xiaomo under the care of a relative, then followed her husband to another city.
The relative seldom asked about Su Xiaomo’s life and Su Xiaomo didn’t like that person’s family either. She spent most of her time alone at home.
The only good thing that came out of this was that no one forced her to draw now.
However, she was the only one left behind.
Her parents were so busy making money that they only came back once every several years. They barely called her at all.
A question kept nagging at Su Xiaomo during the countless quiet lonely nights: had she been abandoned by the entire world?
Could it be? No, it couldn’t have.
She enrolled in a taekwondo class, she began to drink, and she got into fights. She tried everything she had wanted to do but couldn’t before.
That would surely make her happy. She told herself so.
…
She finally fell asleep. When she woke up, she saw a man lying next to her.
WTF? Getting into bed with me without permission? You must have a death wish!
Her leg moved into action, which caught the man off-guard and he was kicked off the bed.
He Jiayu scrambled to his feet, looking resigned. “Are you sure you’ll ever get married acting like this?”
“Oh… it’s you,” Su Xiaomo said awkwardly.
He Jiayu gave her a “you’re incorrigible” look.
“Why are you here? Don’t you have work at the hospital?” Su Xiaomo asked curiously.
He Jiayu stretched. “I finished an operation early this morning and I thought I should drop by to check up on you.”
“Check all you want. Why are you in my bed?” Su Xiaomo rolled her eyes.
He Jiayu smiled as gently as a spring breeze — the way that Su Xiaomo liked the most.
“That reminds me: I’m not interested in your bed, actually.”
“…?!”
“I’m more interested…” he said suggestively, “in you.”