Love, oh love

No one has ever told her these things before, such as how to make amends if things don't work out.

No one said that as long as she's happy, that's all that matters; she doesn't need to see anything or talk about it.

She sacrificed so much because she wanted to be happy.

"Thank you, goodnight." This was the happiest day Wen Zhuyao had ever had.

There will never be a day that surpasses today.

Mo Wen seized the opportunity and said, "Tell me the answer later. Don't act impulsively. I'll be happier if I receive an answer that will never change."

Knowing he couldn't see her, Wen Zhuyao still nodded gently and said, "I understand. I'm going to sleep now. You should rest early too, okay?"

"Uh-huh."

Mo Wen watched her go to sleep, while he finished his work, took a shower, and then sat by the window to clear his mind.

He needs to reflect on this.

This change was a gradual process, mainly due to that prank; without it, he probably wouldn't have made it.

Because he wanted to create an environment where he could face his seriousness without having to distance himself from it.

He needs to reflect on far more than just these things. He needs to step out of his personal life and into the world of two people. Thoughts that are not spoken are not understood.

The most important thing is that your expressed thoughts are ignored.

He had always maintained this pattern: if he didn't speak up, he had his reasons; if he didn't do anything, he had his reasons.

Judging from these private messages, he should have reflected on his actions, even if it's for the sake of doing better.

"Thank you. I've made changes. I've thought it through. I took feelings too lightly."

"I will no longer seek your help. I will take the initiative to communicate properly with the people I want to maintain a relationship with."

Mo Wen's decision came about a long time ago.

He looked up at the moon outside the window, and the moonlight shone through the window onto Wen Zhuyao's face.

It was as if he was watching the other person's peaceful sleeping face.

"Why are you standing by the window pretending to be deep in thought in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?" When Mo's mother came out to get water, she was almost startled by a shadowy figure in the dark.

Mo Wen turned around upon hearing the voice: "I'm done with my work, I'm going to get some fresh air."

"There's no light. How old are you to still be so childish? Next time, turn on the light while you're deep in thought. It's terrifying." After getting the water, Mo's mother ignored him and went back to her room.

After being lectured, Mo Wen went back.

His reflection was interrupted; before going to sleep, that one sentence was still echoing in his mind.

A simple "I know" reply doesn't mean anything. Why can't you open your heart to your loved one?

A lover who doesn't open their heart.

Why call them lovers? They're neither genuine nor fake, because they don't deserve the title of lovers.

Today was also a happy and unforgettable day for Mo Wen, as revealing his feelings to the one he loved was the first step into a relationship.

It is the first proactive step.

There was no love, no liking, remaining on the surface. There was no liking but each person was in their own world, throwing stones at each other to test the waters, trying to break the other's world apart, so that they could get through it.

It has been integrated.

Just like he said.

Starting the next day, Wen Zhuyao felt like she was in the throes of new love, finding the world beautiful and the sunshine warm and inviting.

Mo Wen became more proactive in asking questions, and they talked about everything.

She couldn't help but look at the last private message.

I can't help but fantasize about the future, and naturally talk about the past, about what kind of person they would be in a time and space without the other person.

They gradually got to know each other.

On an ordinary evening, Wen Zhuyao made a video call to peek at the surprise attack and see what was going on.

The phone rang and rang, and just when she thought it wouldn't be answered, the screen changed.

Wen Zhuyao watched as he appeared on the big screen, his upper body bare, his face still wet with water droplets.

Her hair was covered in dense foam.

She looked at the other person with a blank expression, but the corresponding behavior flashed through her mind.

bath.

Wait, wait... what did she do??

Mo Wen saw a blank expression on Mo Wen's face turn into panic, and then the screen went black.

I chuckled helplessly, then switched to voice call and placed it in a clean spot where it wouldn't get wet.

"What's wrong?"

As soon as the call connected, Wen Zhuyao heard the sound of flowing water and his own voice, which seemed to come from near and far, as if shrouded in mist.

She tried to pretend nothing had happened, but she couldn't forget it, and said somewhat angrily, "Why are you answering the phone while you're taking a shower?"

"You called me, and I was very polite; I didn't expose my shoulders at all." Mo Wen looked completely innocent after being told that.

It's as if they're talking about some kind of pervert.

Wen Zhuyao was taken aback, realizing how inappropriate it was: "I didn't expect that. If I had known you were taking a shower, I wouldn't have called you..."

"You've really made me feel awkward."

Mo Wen rinsed the soap off his hair and wrapped himself in a towel: "What's the big deal? I don't want to miss you."

"See you in a bit, I'm getting dressed."

Wen Zhuyao paused silently again, watched the phone hang up, and then stiffly collapsed onto the bed.

What's the opposite of what?

After tidying up, before replaying the video, Mo Wen sent a message: "The tidy version, nothing that should or shouldn't be shown is revealed."

"what!"

Wen Zhuyao answered the phone, angrily saying, "You talk as if I'm a female hooligan, using such suggestive language."

"I didn't say anything. I was just worried you'd feel uncomfortable, so I told you in advance that I was fully dressed," Mo Wen replied flawlessly.

Wen Zhuyao felt that she couldn't compare to him anymore.

"Alright, did you miss me?" He stopped teasing her when he saw she was about to get angry.

The topic became more serious.

Wen Zhuyao turned over, covering her face with the blanket, leaving only her eyes showing: "I didn't miss you, I just wanted to ask what you were like when you were little."

"I was tidying up and suddenly found an old photo album. I saw my cute self and wondered what you were like."

When asked about his childhood, Mo Wen didn't really have any memories: "I have almost no photos from my childhood."

"I rarely reminisce, and I can't come up with much to say in a conversation."

Wen Zhuyao was a little disappointed, as she had thought she could see him as a child: "Okay, it's okay. Actually, what I wanted to ask you was, I wanted to see the apps you used when you were a kid."

Most people go through a phase of being a bit of a "chuunibyou" (a person with delusions of grandeur), and you can see it to some extent in the social media apps they use. It's fun to look through them.

Mo Wen didn't think much of it, sent the account away, and added a friend.

In fact, he doesn't remember what he posted before, and later he just reads the reposts he usually follows, and doesn't check the others very often.

Wen Zhuyao added that the book was already set aside, but instead of immediately starting to read it, she started talking about the issue that had been weighing on her mind.

After thinking it over, I still need to be honest about this.

"I want to talk to you about something." Wen Zhuyao was unsure of his attitude, so she started off in a roundabout way.

Mo Wen was somewhat surprised. Since that day, she rarely spoke of things with the same distance as before.

"Go ahead and speak, I'm listening." He switched to listening mode, trying not to interrupt her thoughts.

Wen Zhuyao took a deep breath and said slowly, "My family of origin has some problems. Actually, it's not really a problem, it's just that we don't get along. You can feel how good they are to you."

"Okay, but there's a sense of oppression in other areas. I'm doing this for your own good, so why don't you consider whether it's good for me in other aspects?"

"I don't have the ability to ask for anything, and they don't expect me to be a perfect child, it's just that I'm a bit of a hassle."

Wen Zhuyao has now figured something out. After truly leaving, she has realized that she can't control the love given to her, what she needs, how much she needs, and how intense or subtle it is.

But as she grows up and becomes the creator of her world, she is free to choose what she wants.

Method, quantity, amount.

These are all things that Wen Zhuyao can control now, and gradually she seems to care less about them; it's not so much that she's let go of them.

Mo Wen can only offer his understanding of these things: "You should be free, understand and accept, spread your wings and fly out into your own world."

"Sometimes, love, like people, has different ways of expression."

Wen Zhuyao knew that he had no right to speak frankly about these matters: "I'm just being honest because I don't know what else might happen in the future."

"I won't cut off contact with them. If something really happens, it might be like a rollercoaster ride."

"A roller coaster that gets stuck, stopping at the highest point and repeating the same thing over and over again." Wen Zhuyao had already experienced this kind of high-pressure life.

Just when you think things are peaceful and you're immersed in the love of your family, they suddenly throw a huge tantrum at you.

They make you immediately travel a long distance, you handle it well, and then this happens again.

Even Mission: Impossible doesn't play like this.

Mo Wen hadn't experienced it, but based solely on the description: "If I were to meet your parents, would I be kicked out?"

A very hesitant review.

Wen Zhuyao thought about it carefully, then said uncertainly, "You should take a look, after all, I'm still not sure how to gauge their thoughts."

"The best will not, the average will say they are dissatisfied behind your back and praise your blind date, and the worst might argue with you in front of you, express their dissatisfaction, and make me go on a blind date."

She tilted her head, imagining these scenarios and considering the feasibility of each: "I can't evaluate it yet, we'll see when the time comes."

"If you say that, I'll beg them not to scold me." Mo Wen accepted this timidly and prayed that it wouldn't happen.

Wen Zhuyao was amused by his little expression and reassured him, "I was just saying, it won't happen."

"Okay, I don't know the time, go to sleep." He nodded. "Take care, and let me know if you need anything."

Wen Zhuyao readily agreed, but just as she was about to hang up, she remembered something else.

"By the way, I'll tell you the answer on our one-year anniversary in two days." Wen Zhuyao hung up the phone quickly after saying that.

Liu Mo asked alone, looking at his phone, filled with anticipation.

The next day, Wen Zhuyao got up to continue working on the progress and finish the last bit.

I ordered takeout in advance.

When the call came in, Wen Zhuyao thought it was a food delivery call and answered it without any suspicion.

But a questioning voice came from inside.

"I arranged this blind date for you because I care about you, didn't I? I'm your elder, are you really going to disrespect your elder like this?"

Wen Zhuyao was stunned for a moment, then hung up the phone, blocked the number, switched to her mother's contact, and sent the message immediately.

"Did you give away my phone number again?"

"I changed to a new number. I'll give you time to discuss the tickets. I filled in my own phone number; no one else's number is provided."

"Why did you give it away again? Or was it snatched away?" Wen Zhuyao asked her mother, while another call came in from a different phone.

The message above the message continuously displays "Inputting information".

I haven't received any messages yet.

Wen Zhuyao, having learned of the current situation, decided to take her along since they were having a lively gathering.

In her final statement, addressed to everyone watching, she said, "I have my own life, and my life doesn't include those distant relatives, including your sisters."

"Can you be clearer? This is for your benefit too. If you're so great, why don't you introduce your own daughter to others? Don't you have children?"

"You're giving all the good things to your child?" She's brought up this topic at least a hundred times.

Treat her as a favor to repay; if it's really a good thing, either of the two of you can just leave it at that and treat her as a jinx.

Wen Zhuyao didn't understand. They took the benefits, but you took the blame. Why would you just sit there and watch them take the blame?

She couldn't understand a thing.

I typed slowly and leisurely, and finally sent it.

"We've been so good to you, and this is how you slander us behind our backs..."