"This is my old bedroom. I haven't lived here in a long time." Compared to his parents, who were having a long conversation on the other side, Wen Mo's atmosphere was much more relaxed. He pulled Xia Lian to visit his old bedroom.

The place is very clean. Su Juan cleans it regularly while Wen Mo is away, just in preparation for this kind of situation.

As Wenmo grew up, he felt that his past self was somewhat naive, so he transformed his current bedroom into a minimalist style with almost no decorations.

Compared to Wenmer's current bedroom, this place gives a warm feeling, making one feel that a playful little boy once lived here.

Silently stroking the desk in the bedroom, Xia Lian could even imagine Wen Mo sitting on it studying when he was a child. It was probably not much different from now, with his back hunched and his eyes very close to the book.

"This room is childish, isn't it?" Wen Mo smiled. The room's decorations were still the same as before: game posters and extracurricular books, oddly styled desk lamps, and notebooks filled with cringeworthy phrases.

Xia Lian shook her head slightly upon hearing this.

"Not childish, but very heartwarming."

Wen Mo glanced around the room and found that the furnishings were exactly the same as before, with the bedding neatly arranged on the bed and folded. His mother had really put in a lot of effort.

Pulling Xia Lian to sit on the edge of the bed, Xia Lian took off her slippers and lay down on the bed. The bed, which had not been used for a long time, was slightly cold.

"Why are you lying down?" Wen Mo asked, somewhat puzzled.

Xia Lian shook her head, reached out and grabbed his hand, rested her head on Wen Mo's old pillow, and covered her little toes, which were curled up due to nervousness, with her white socks.

If you lie down, the height difference disappears, making it easier to see your cousin's face clearly.

She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, staring blankly at Wen Mo's face in front of her.

“I’m feeling the warmth of my childhood…”

There's a photo on the bedside table; it's a family photo taken during a trip to an amusement park.

Inside, Wenmo, who is still quite young, is sitting on his father's shoulders, making a peace sign and smiling brightly, while his mother is holding his father's arm. Everyone is having a great time.

"You can take a nap, I'll wake you up in a bit."

Seeing that Xia Lian was staring intently at the photo, Wen Mo understood what the girl was thinking.

"Um……"

Xia Lian let out a soft moan and looked away from the photo. As the clock ticked, the girl's mood completely relaxed.

Time seemed to stand still. Wen Mo gently stroked her cheek, his face expressionless, only looking at Xia Lian with tender eyes.

"What was Wenmo like when he was a child?"

"I've forgotten too, it's probably similar to now, after all, I wasn't exactly a good kid to begin with," Wen Mo replied casually, brushing a strand of her hair with his finger.

"The same as now?"

"Yes, I was probably the same as I am now when I was a child."

Xia Lian squinted her eyes, reached out and touched his lips, her innocent eyes revealing no other emotion, perhaps a faint joy or a slight confusion.

"Wenmo, you're lying."

"Hmm?" Wen Mo lowered his head and met her eyes.

“Wenmo now is very warm… a very, very good person.” She pursed her lips, her eyes no longer as empty as before. “Wenmo as a child should have been a good child too…”

The two were talking in a childish way that was almost laughable, but Wenmo actually enjoyed the conversation. There was no annoying chatter like when he was with others; in this room, it was all about sincerity.

He didn't need to pretend to be serious; at least in Xia Lian's eyes, he was perfect enough.

"Then I should be considered a good kid, right?" Wen Mo couldn't help but chuckle, then lay half-reclined on the bed like he had when he was a child, his head resting against the headboard, with the soft breathing of a girl beside him.

Stroking her face, the soft touch captivated Wenmo.

I don't know how to describe how I feel right now. I just wish this moment could last a little longer, much longer.

"I just cut some watermelon, would you two like some fruit?"

Suddenly, a knock on the door startled Wen Mo, who had been relaxed, and he quickly opened his eyes, instantly creating a tense atmosphere.

"Quick, quick! Let's get some distance away!"

"Huh...? What's wrong?"

"I'll explain later! Just do as I say for now, and you need to keep a serious expression on your face!"

Upon hearing this, Xia Lian obediently separated by several meters, with Wen Mo sitting at the head of the bed and Wen Mo at the foot of the bed.

The two spoke in hushed tones, so that Su Juan outside the door could not hear them. After a few seconds of no response, Su Juan knocked on the door again.

"If you don't say anything, I'll come in, okay?"

Without waiting any longer, Su Juan pushed open the door with a plate of watermelon in hand, but the scene that greeted her left her quite puzzled.

Why are these two people sitting so formally in the bedroom?

Xia Lian, in particular, who was already in a daze, was now trying her best to make a serious expression, which made her brows furrow slightly.

Why are you two sitting so far apart?

“Uh…” Wen Mo scratched his head, speechless.

He genuinely didn't know how to explain it; in his haste, he could only instinctively create some distance, never expecting it to be so obvious.

It's exactly like a scene of someone almost getting caught doing something wrong...

"Nothing, nothing. Oh right, we really did want some fruit." Wen Mo awkwardly laughed, trying to brush it off. He took the plate of watermelon with both hands, eating and nodding. "Mom, you're so thoughtful, you even brought us fruit."

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