Wen Yiquan didn't interrupt their embrace; cousins have a better relationship, which is understandable.
Time passed slowly, and after the two had been hugging for almost five minutes, Xia Lian sniffed and gradually loosened her arms.
Even after they let go of each other's embrace, their hands remained clasped together, a completely subconscious action that flowed naturally and seamlessly.
Has this become a habit?
Wen Yiquan frowned, touching his chin, unsure of what to say. He could only awkwardly take the first step, saying, "Get in the car, I'll take you home."
Wen Mo responded and took Xia Lian's hand, following behind him.
It was nearly 9 p.m., and unlike the joy they felt when they first came out to stroll through the night market, none of the people in the car took the initiative to speak.
Wen Yiquan opened the window, and the howling wind might calm the two people in the back a little. While waiting for the red light, he also secretly glanced at the rearview mirror.
Their hands were still clasped together, even with their fingers interlocked, and they didn't seem to feel anything was wrong, as if they were used to it.
Having just cried, the two little ones in the back row completely forgot about hiding their behavior from each other in front of Wen Yi, and only cared about seeking warmth from one another.
They drove home in silence, accompanied by the night traffic.
Wen Mo released his hand, reached into his pocket, took out his key, turned it twice, and gently pushed open the door.
It was pitch black inside. I originally planned to wander around until about 7 o'clock before going home, but because of this incident, I didn't get home until 9 o'clock at night.
Wen Yiquan stepped into the house, looked at the clean room and nodded in satisfaction, "It's quite clean, at least it still looks like a home."
He knew his son was quite clean, and with a girl living there now, his already clean son would probably work even harder to keep things tidy.
It's been quite a while since I last came here, but the house doesn't look much different from before; it's still the same.
Just as Wen Yiquan was thinking this, he noticed a pair of cute slippers in the entryway.
On the minimalist sofa, a huge, cute-looking throw pillow was added, which seemed out of place no matter how you looked at it. But when the two people in front of them sat down, the sofa and pillow that were originally out of place suddenly looked much more pleasing to the eye.
There was also a small apron with cartoon patterns hanging on the wall in the kitchen, which was particularly eye-catching.
Hmm... it seems there are still differences.
Would you like some tea? I'll pour you a cup.
"No need, I just came to take a look, there's no need for all this trouble." Wen Yiquan waved his hand in refusal.
He didn't intend to stay long. After giving a few casual instructions, he turned to leave.
"Goodbye, Uncle."
Xia Lian stood up and said goodbye crisply, but her little hand was still clutching Wen Mo's clothes, and she hadn't let go of them since she entered the room.
Wen Yiquan's expression was uncertain, his mood was somewhat complicated. He just looked at the two people in front of him and waved to Wen Mo.
Before Wen Mo could speak, Wen Yiquan composed himself and asked bluntly, "Are you two okay?"
Wen Mo paused, his smile gradually fading, his chest heaving with nervousness, yet even Wen Mo himself didn't understand what he was so nervous about.
Was it just because of that question from Dad?
Or perhaps... he hit a nerve?
The part she least wanted to be touched was firmly and ruthlessly gripped by her father without hesitation.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Wen Mo scratched his head, smiled, and said, "I don't know what you're talking about, but if you're just asking about today's events, then I have no problem with it."
Hearing this, Wen Yiquan's feelings became even more complicated. Looking at Wen Mo's forced smile and Xia Lian sitting innocently on the sofa, he added after a long while:
"Don't go the wrong way."
After saying this, Wen Yiquan reached out and closed the door before leaving.
Wen Mo, still in a daze, stood quietly at the door, muttering Wen Yiquan's last words over and over again.
He clenched his fist, then relaxed it after a while, collapsing onto the sofa as if all his strength had been drained.
He bit his lower lip so hard that it drew blood, and Wen Mo's brows furrowed even deeper. He wanted to grab something and hug it to his chest.
When she reached out, she only touched the hem of a white skirt.
"Wen Mo..." Xia Lian called his name softly, leaning closer with a look of worry on her face.
She didn't understand why Wen Mo had become so lost in thought after hearing his uncle's words. Xia Lian couldn't understand, but she could tell that Wen Mo was in great pain.
Wen Mo hesitated for a moment, then gently stroked her head, his brows revealing complex emotions. "Xiao Lian, what do you think of me?"
"Um?"
Xia Lian tilted her head in confusion, clearly not understanding the question. After thinking for a few seconds, she gave her answer—she gently hugged Wen Mo.
"Yeah, I guess you didn't understand it very well."
Wen Mo shook his head and smiled, no longer caring about so much. He turned around and hugged the girl tightly, so tightly that it seemed he could feel each other's heartbeats through their clothes.
"I...I don't know..." Xia Lian whispered, her head buried in Wen Mo's chest. Her clumsy words were muffled by the tight embrace. "I just...want to be with Wen Mo forever..."
Wen Mo didn't speak, but reached out and stroked the back of the girl's head, listening to her continue talking.
"Wenmo, when we fight... I'm very scared..."
"I'm afraid that because of me... I'll hurt someone important again..."
As she said this, Xia Lian slowly raised her head, and a hint of sadness crept into her already empty eyes.
"Can I... not die?"
Even if we can't be together forever... I still hope that Wenmo won't die.
For some reason, Wen Mo's heavy heart vanished completely at that moment with Xia Lian's warm embrace and murmurs.
"I will not die."
"Really?" Xia Lian asked hesitantly, "Aren't you sad anymore?"
"Yeah, I'm not sad anymore."
He patted her back, rested his head on her shoulder, hesitated for a few seconds, and then asked seriously, "Xiao Lian, I want to know everything about you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Lian felt a slight tremor run through her body without her noticing.
Just as Wenmo had initially anticipated, she didn't want to mention this to anyone important. If she had asked when they weren't very familiar with each other, she probably would have asked much earlier.
The two are now inseparable.
But for some reason, Wen Mo could sense that if it were now, Xia Lian would definitely tell him the whole story of her past.
He could also truly understand the deepest, and most feared, fragment hidden in the girl's heart.
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