He seemed to have heard the little girl humming a song, and he casually replied,
"The song Qingqing just hummed was so beautiful, I was completely absorbed in it."
Wen Qinghe's eyes showed a hint of surprise. Had she just misunderstood?
Isn't this man harboring some wicked thoughts?
At the same time, she looked slightly embarrassed. With her tone-deaf voice, was Yan Xiao's praise for real?
Wen Qinghe remembered that the song she had just hummed was a popular song that had swept the internet for a while, so she began to explain to the man.
"This song is called 'White Moonlight and Vermilion Mole.' It refers to the first love that one could not have in their youth, who is also the most perfect lover in one's heart."
A "cinnabar mole" refers to a former lover. Both are often people who are hard to forget and hard to let go of.
Yan Xiao hadn't listened to the melody of the song at all; his eyes were only on his little girl.
After hearing Wen Qinghe's explanation, Yan Xiao frowned slightly.
He didn't like that kind of connotation.
One is something you can't have, the other is something you once had.
Ultimately, none of it belongs to you.
He didn't care; he only had Qingqing and belonged only to Qingqing.
He has neither the desire nor the need for any other ideal woman or cinnabar mole.
Yan Xiao's deep, powerful voice seemed to be a declaration: "I belong only to Qingqing, there is no one else. Qingqing is the most perfect lover in my heart, and the one I am determined to stay with for life, through thick and thin."
"My beloved is my white moonlight, and also the cinnabar mark I will never give up."
A man's sudden declaration of love.
A sudden burning sensation spread across Wen Qinghe's face, and her heart pounded wildly, faster and more intensely than ever before.
At the same time, it felt as if a stream of boiled honey water was rising from the depths of my heart, enveloping it completely, comforting and sweet.
Before she could even fully savor the man's sweet words...
Yan Xiao's eyes suddenly dimmed and lost their light, and his tone became hesitant.
"Does Ke Qingqing have a white moonlight and a cinnabar mole? Did that Mu Cuipi from last time have one of them...?"
And that Comrade Gu who came to our house last time…”
Wen Qinghe's beautiful brows furrowed slightly. "Wait..."
Before the man could pin the blame on her, she quickly interrupted him.
She knew about Comrade Gu, but...
Who is Mu Cuipi?
The man pursed his lips. "It's that guy surnamed Mu, who's so fragile and easily knocked over."
It took Wen Qinghe a while to realize that he was talking about Mu Anche.
She was at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated.
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