Wen Mo didn't disturb the rare mother-daughter reunion. He sat beside Xia Lian, gently patting her back from time to time as she trembled from crying.
When you're feeling down, just cry it out. You'll feel much better afterward, at least your heart won't feel so heavy anymore.
Wenmer had never experienced that kind of thing, the loneliness and despair after the death of the only person who loved him. If it were him, he might have jumped off a cliff the next day, since he had nothing left to rely on in this world anyway.
Xia Lian, on the other hand, had never considered suicide... or rather, she had considered it before, but after hearing her mother's words, "Live well," those negative thoughts dissipated.
Although she appears gentle and weak on the surface, this girl is surprisingly strong.
The golden morning sunlight shone brightly on the ground, and the two figures were submerged in front of Zhou Yu's tombstone, gradually merging with the shadows behind them.
When she had cried until she had no more tears left, Xia Lian sobbed for a while, then reached out and forcefully wiped the tears from her eyes. After a few deep breaths, she slowly choked out, "I will be fine, I will live on... and live happily with Wen Mo."
After saying that, she raised her head and looked at Wen Mo beside her with a firm gaze.
Whether it was psychological or something else, Wen Mo suddenly felt a warmth behind him, as if someone was gently patting his back. Looking down, Aunt Zhou's photo was still in the same place, and the smile on it was still so pure, as if she had already put her mind at ease.
"I will take good care of her, I promise," Wen Mo murmured, reaching out to put his arm around Xia Lian's shoulder, using the support to let Xia Lian's head gently lean against him.
After staying in the cemetery for a while, until a few more people came in to sweep the tombs, Wen Mo and Xia Lian seemed to think it was time to leave. They got up at the same time, dusted themselves off, turned around, picked up their backpacks, and prepared to leave.
As she turned around, Xia Lian stopped in her tracks, turned back and squatted down again to hug the monument tightly, her eyes slightly closed, as if she were whispering farewell in her mother's ear.
Goodbye, Mom.
After saying that, Xia Lian slowly stood up, took the reliable hand beside her, the two looked at each other, and then each took a step forward.
"Let's visit Aunt Zhou again after the New Year," Wen Mo suggested, holding the soft little hand of the girl beside him tightly.
Xia Lian nodded, and a slight smile finally appeared on her lips.
"Um."
Hearing this, the visit came to a perfect end. The two held hands and walked away from the cemetery together.
However... there's still something a little strange about it.
Wen Mo couldn't help but turn back to look at Aunt Zhou's grave one last time. Long before they came to visit, there was a large bunch of carnations in front of the grave, and the grave was very clean, as if it had been cleaned in advance.
"Xiao Lian, who else besides you knows where Aunt Zhou's grave is?" Wen Mo frowned slightly and turned around to ask quietly.
Xia Lian was slightly taken aback, then lowered her head and began to think carefully. After a few seconds, she shook her head.
“My uncle and I…and a few other relatives who came to help, that seems to be all.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Mo's doubts deepened.
Those who came to visit together must have been close relatives and friends, but why were the flowers carnations? They probably know that Aunt Zhou loved sunflowers the most, right?
Who sent these flowers?
After thinking it over and over but still not coming up with a reasonable answer, Wen Mo scratched his head and simply shook off these thoughts and stopped thinking about them.
"Wenmo, what's wrong?"
Seeing his puzzled expression, Xia Lian asked him with concern.
"It's okay, let's go home, nothing's wrong." Wen Mo smiled and shook his head, reaching out to pinch her little cheek.
The two left after leaving the cemetery.
Looking back at the cemetery, the bouquet of carnations in front of Zhou Yu's grave and the sunflowers given by Wen Mo and Zhou Yu's family stand opposite each other, swaying in the wind.
...
Click.
Wen and Mo adjusted their breathing, and with the sound of a key entering the spool, the door was gently pushed open after two turns.
"Time to go home!"
"I'm going home."
Xia Lian echoed the call with a blank expression, and the contrast was quite endearing.
"That sounds really weird," Wen Mo chuckled, first throwing off his backpack, then plopping down on the sofa and bouncing up twice. "It's so comfortable at home..."
The short day and a half journey ended quickly, and when I smelled the familiar scent, I realized that I was already home.
Xia Lian blinked and jumped forward, but her target wasn't the sofa; instead, she fell straight onto Wen Mo who was on it.
"Ugh...!"
He felt a heavy slam in front of him, and Wen Mo clutched his chest in pain, but his other hand still honestly hugged Xia Lian, who had jumped into his arms.
Feeling a tightness in his chest, Wen Mo grimaced and said, "You really wanted to kill me, didn't you? You jumped in without any hesitation."
"Wen Mo, don't die." Xia Lian shook her head and said earnestly.
Thank you for your concern, I like you.
It was still a bit cold after taking off the thick coat, but when the two of them hugged each other, they weren't cold at all, and the temperature rose sharply as they huddled together.
Xia Lian shifted her body forward, changing her position to face Wen Mo, their legs already intertwined.
"Don't move around, or you'll run into something weird," Wen Mo said in a muffled voice, putting one arm around her back and the other around Xia Lian's neck, pulling her close and burying her face in his chest.
It's not cold at all anymore; it's even a little warm.
Xia Lian didn't feel awkward at all. She cupped Wen Mo's cheeks in her two small hands, her expression a little shy, but she still tried her best to say, "Wen Mo, I want a kiss."
"ah?"
"Kiss me, just one kiss... anywhere, anywhere..." Xia Lian's little feet would occasionally hook his thigh, the warm rubbing felt very comfortable. Wen Mo swallowed hard, and slowly nodded after meeting her gaze.
He then brushed aside Xia Lian's bangs, leaned forward, and left a light kiss on her forehead.
"Um……"
Xia Lian let out a soft moan, feeling a little embarrassed, and buried her head in Wen Mo's arms, tightly hugging his back with both hands.
After a long while, she slowly raised her head, her eyes filled with satisfaction, and said, "Mom, I agree."
Wen Mo paused for a moment, then smiled and replied, "Agree to what?"
"Agree to date us."
"That's great!"
Wen Mo continued, following her lead, "So, have you agreed to our future plans?"
"What will happen in the future?"
"For example, getting married, buying a house, going on a honeymoon, having a baby, whether Aunt Zhou prefers a boy or a girl, these can all be planned."
Wenmo realized he was being a little funny for saying so much; they were both still children, yet they had already imagined so much.
“So many.” Xia Lian’s expression was blank.
"After all, they've all met Aunt Zhou... and met our mother."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
