Chapter 195
It was a rainy night, and the boy, wearing a white shirt, walked through the alley in the rain.
At that time, she was just an ordinary student.
After evening self-study, those alleys inevitably become frequented by local thugs and hooligans.
In addition, it rained, and her school uniform got wet.
Even in her loose school uniform, she went without makeup, and because of her heavy academic workload, she hadn't washed her hair for several days...
But those scum still wouldn't let her leave!
In fact, Ye Ti didn't do anything at all. He just passed by without even looking up, and the group of thugs were so scared that they ran away in terror.
From then on, she became infatuated with him like a madwoman.
From wearing white shirts like him to wearing white dresses later on, and everything related to white!
She studied like a madwoman, frantically trying to keep up with him.
She didn't enter his heart at all, and he couldn't even remember her, who was just an ordinary girl.
Until one of her drunken nights many years later...
In fact, she was not conscious at the time, and the whole process was not stored in her brain. She only vaguely heard his clear voice from a distance.
The voice uttered only one word—
"Mother".
She then became pregnant, and after the child was born, she saw that his features resembled hers, which confirmed her suspicions.
During this time, He Cheng also became infatuated with her as if he had gone mad.
It's true that he was infatuated, but he remained calm, as if he were two completely separate people.
After the child was born, He Cheng suddenly became much colder towards her.
She also discovered that He Cheng had psychological problems. When others didn't love him, he would be consciously but irrevocably in love to the point of madness. But once that person loved him, he would immediately despise them.
Just then, she received news of Ye Ti again, which gave her a plan.
The most important reason for returning this year, besides this plan, is that Ye Ti has also returned.
——
The resort boasts a pleasant environment and stunning scenery.
But she was not nearly as beautiful as the woman sitting on the observation deck, surrounded by a group of bodyguards and the attention of everyone.
She wore a beige sweater, with a forest-style beige fringed cape that reached slightly below her knees.
A pair of white knee-high boots made her bare legs appear even longer and straighter.
Her long, dark hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her face was flawless, her expression obscured by her slightly lowered head.
The person sitting there exuded an aloof and unapproachable aura, making people afraid to take a step closer.
She didn't say a word, but simply lowered her head and wove the vines and flowers in her hands into a wreath.
The woman was so engrossed in it that everything around her seemed to have nothing to do with her.
until--
The girl called out softly, with a hint of coquetry, from a distance.
"Mommy~"
Her voice trailed off slightly, and a strange sense of attachment welled up within it.
Lingwu put down the flower wreath she had just finished weaving, without getting up, but instead glanced at the girl who had made the sound.
Her aloofness and detachment were softened by the affectionate look in her eyes when she looked up.
It's as if even a block of ice tens of thousands of years old could be melted into a pool of spring water.
Lingwu did not get up, but waited quietly for the girl who had been running towards her since she got off the car.
The girl wore a long white gauze dress, and a beige coat kept out all the cold.
She opened her arms and hugged Ling Wu from behind, her pretty, innocent face full of dependence.
"Mom, we haven't seen each other for two days. I miss you so much."
The girl's voice is clean and pleasant, making people instinctively think that she is a very innocent and kind girl who has been raised well.
"You're so old, why do you still love to act like a child?"
“No matter how old Yaoyao gets, she will always be Mommy’s Yaoyao, Mommy’s Yaoyao alone!” He Tingyao said this with a stubborn look in her eyes.
She only dared to show this side of herself when she hugged Ling Wu from behind.
At all other times, in front of Ling Wu, she was always the obedient, cute, and sensible He Tingyao.
Lingwu picked up the flower wreath from the table, stood up, and placed it on He Tingyao's head.
The wreath is woven from lush green vines and colorful flowers.
It was like a garden full of vibrant colors blooming in early spring, breathtakingly beautiful.
At that moment, it was as if the world had stopped turning, leaving only the woman's every smile and gesture as she placed a flower crown on the girl before her.
On another mountaintop, the man lay flat on the grass, staring at the azure sky and feeling the fluctuations of something that belonged to him.
After a short while, his clear and bright eyes shifted slightly, and his fingers flicked as if trying to pierce the sky, or perhaps searching for a star.
Can carbon-based life forms be brought back to their home planet?
A dazzling star streaked across the sky, disappearing in a flash.
The man's lips gradually curved upwards, and the light in his eyes became increasingly bright.
As soon as Ling Wu put the flower crown on He Tingyao's head, she felt a slight tremor in the metal piece in her pocket, and she looked up.
A fleeting shooting star was captured in her pupils.
"I hope Mom can be happy all her life, and I hope Yaoyao can stay by Mom's side all her life." The girl clasped her hands together, her voice full of sincerity.
Not far away, the black-clad boy holding a bouquet of bright roses also looked up. He usually did not believe in any ghosts or gods, but now he couldn't help but pray in his heart.
"Lingwu," he murmured the name.
Her voice was not as clear and pure as the green bamboo in the mountains as usual; it was somewhat hoarse and carried a hint of lingering tenderness.
He didn't know exactly when this delusion had begun to arise in his mind.
Perhaps it was the night she led him to the He family's gate, waiting for his nominal father, that the cool touch of her fingertips brought him peace of mind.
Perhaps it was because she slowly and gently smoothed his childhood bow tie with tenderness and understanding in her eyes.
Perhaps it was when she sat alone in the courtyard, either looking down at a book or gazing up at the birds, that the radiant light in her eyes shone through.
Perhaps it's that small sofa, which, even after all these years, has remained in her office.
Or perhaps whenever a beautiful rose appeared in his backyard, her presence could soothe the morbid, bloodthirsty tendencies within him.
There are too many...
She was always by his side, from the soft clothes he wore as a child to their special birthdays every year—all traces of her presence.
She gradually infiltrated his life, and before he knew it, his world, besides the vibrant roses filling the yard, also contained a gaze that was forever gentle and as clear as the moon.
What wish did Lanlan make?
There was a hint of curiosity in the woman's gentle eyes, but what appeared before him was a scene from his childhood, when she said with reddened eyes that she was so disappointed in them.
Even though he was so disappointed, and even though he had never shown her the slightest bit of affection back then.
She still unconditionally tolerated it.
He Tinglan concealed the emotions surging in his eyes. He tilted his head back and basked in the sunlight, truly resembling an extremely pure and innocent young man.
"If you make a wish and then say it aloud, it won't come true." He said with a slight smile.
He Tingyao's smile froze!
"Mom, that's feudal superstition, don't believe him! Even if it's not a wish, Mom will be happy for the rest of her life, and Yaoyao will always be Mom's Yaoyao!"
He Tinglan realized he had misspoke and, for the first time, echoed He Tingyao, saying, "While we can place high hopes on our wishes, people are the ones who have the final say."
There were many bodyguards around the observation deck, but He Tinglan didn't care about them. She just spoke to Ling Wu with a clear gaze.
He placed the various brightly colored roses he was carrying into a vase on the table.
The rich fragrance of flowers filled the air, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere. However, the surging emotions within were well hidden by their owners.
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