"I..." Jiang Li stood at the door, feeling a little lost.
Mo Jingchun's long eyelashes trembled, as if he had figured something out. He cast his gaze on Jiang Li and saw the red scarf she was wearing.
"Don't just stand there in a daze," Mo Jingchun forced a smile and extended his hand to beckon Jiang Li, "Come and sit down."
Jiang Li didn't know what to do for a moment, so she nodded obediently, closed the door, slowly walked to Mo Jingchun's side, and sat down two sofa cushions away from him.
"Are you... okay?"
Jiang Li turned her head and asked Mo Jingchun beside her. She noticed the expression on the latter's face.
"I'm fine, just a little..." Mo Jingchun smiled and looked at the dining table behind Jiang Li.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Li followed up his question.
"Haha." Mo Jingchun felt inexplicably relieved after seeing Jiang Li. He touched his nose and said, "I was afraid you would laugh at me."
"How could that be?" Jiang Li sat closer, his expression serious. "I won't laugh at you no matter what you say."
Mo Jingchun calmed down and looked at the serious Jiang Li in front of him. His heart trembled. After a brief silence, he slowly said, "I'm hungry. Can you cook me a bowl of noodles? Any kind will do."
"You wait."
Jiang Li stood up and walked towards the kitchen opposite.
Mo Jingchun sat on the sofa and looked at her back and blinked his eyes. He was not actually hungry, but just missed the noodles made by his mother.
Missing you is indeed silent, but accompanying you...
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