Chapter 565 At the same time, twenty minutes passed in the blink of an eye. Lin Mengyun was tired from playing and yawned slightly, her eyelids starting to droop.
She snuggled closer to Luo Shuning, resting her little head against the crook of her neck. Soon, she began to breathe evenly, her little eyebrows twitching occasionally as she slept soundly.
Luo Shuning moved very gently, picked up a thin blanket from the sofa armrest, and carefully covered the little one with it, even pulling the blanket towards her little feet.
After settling Lin Mengyun in, Luo Shuning quietly stood up and walked behind Tang Qi's office chair.
She placed her fingers on Tang Qi's shoulder and gently massaged it, saying, "Grandma... everything will be alright."
She paused, then softened her voice even more, "If you don't mind, could you tell me about the previous generation? About you, Uncle Gu, and Xiao Luo."
Luo Shuning genuinely wants to help Tang Qi and Gu Luo advance their relationship, but she needs to understand the background before deciding how to help or make other choices.
Upon hearing this, Tang Qi's fingers, which were flipping through the proposal, suddenly paused, and her hand holding the pen unconsciously tightened.
Her eyes dimmed slightly, as if all their light had been taken away, and the warm atmosphere in the office also faded a bit.
After a full half-minute of silence, he let out a soft sigh, his voice heavy with unspeakable sorrow:
“My family owes Brother Feng so much, so much.”
That sigh was like a key being inserted into a lock.
On the other side.
The balcony of the Luo family apartment is connected to the living room. The floor-to-ceiling glass doors are open, and the cool winter night breeze slowly blows in, lifting a corner of the curtains before gently falling back down.
Outside the window is the city's dazzling night view, with neon lights flashing and weaving a sea of light, and cars drawing flowing light ribbons on the road, but this liveliness does not seep into the corner of the balcony at all.
Luo Liang leaned against the balcony railing, a slender cigarette between her fingers.
The cigarette burned with pale orange flames, and wisps of smoke swirled in the cold wind before being blown away into the night.
Her gaze was fixed on the blurry horizon in the distance, her eyes somewhat vacant. She didn't even notice the long ash that had accumulated on her cigarette. Her silk shawl swayed slightly in the wind, but she didn't reach out to gather it up.
Luo Shuhe stood half a step to her side, also looking out the window.
She wore a black knitted dress, her hands tucked into her sleeves to ward off the chill of the night wind.
The mother and daughter stood side by side without saying a word; this silence had lasted for half an hour.
The only smell in the air was the faint, astringent odor of burning cigarettes.
The wind picked up a bit, causing Luo Shuhe's hair to brush against her cheeks.
She finally moved, turning her head to look at Luo Liang's profile. The moonlight outlined her still delicate features, but also revealed the fine lines at the corners of her eyes that were hard to hide.
Luo Shuhe's voice was very soft, like cotton wool softened by the wind:
"Mom, can you tell me about the past?"
Upon hearing this, Luo Liang paused, the ash from the cigarette butt falling softly onto the railing.
She didn't answer immediately, but slowly closed her eyes.
Her breathing became irregular, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, with a subtle, almost imperceptible disorder, as if the most hidden string in her heart had been touched.
The woman's cigarette continued to burn, the orange flame flickering on and off.
The silence on the balcony was even greater than before; even the wind seemed to have stopped for a moment, with only the hissing sound of burning tobacco being particularly clear in the stillness.
Luo Liang's shoulders tensed almost imperceptibly, as if resisting the past that was about to break through the floodgates of memory.
At the same time, in a different place, in the living room of the Gu residence, Gu Feng was looking at Gu Ximan, whose eyes were red from crying.
In Tang Qi's studio, as she gazed at the night sky outside the window, memories that had been sealed away by time for over a decade quietly began to unfold.
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