He even thought, if Tang Yu's wife was still alive, would there be no connection between him and Tang Yu?
Those heart-pounding, breathtaking scenes seemed to be just a bubble, not real...
Not true.
Lin Jingshuo belatedly covered his chest with his hands, as if only the sound of his heartbeat from his chest could prove that all this was real.
This was not his dream.
But at some point, traces of moisture appeared on his face, and the salty taste from the corners of his mouth made Lin Jingshuo touch his eyes in a daze. Only then did he realize that he could actually cry.
And it was because of Tang Yu...
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Tang Yu's normal questioning voice didn't even contain too much emotion, but when Lin Jingshuo heard it, he slowly raised his head and couldn't help but force a smile on his face.
He looked at the man in front of him who was leaning slightly towards him. Facing Tang Yu's worried eyes, Lin Jingshuo's white fingers, like works of art, slowly slid into Tang Yu's palm like a flexible snake. Finally, he gently touched his face with the man's dry and warm hands. His red lips were slightly open, and his eyes were like a lake with slightly ripples.
Although Lin Jingshuo didn't say anything, his melancholy eyes seemed to say it all.
Tang Yu lowered his eyes and followed the pair of soft hands slowly along the boy's perfect jawline. His hands felt as soft and delicate as jade, as if he was carefully playing with a piece of crystal clear jade.
As for how Lin Jingshuo leaned into Tang Yu's arms afterwards, it all became natural in such a lingering atmosphere.
When Tang Ruize saw this scene, his breathing became rapid, and he looked obviously angry.
He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with sarcasm, and spoke words from the bottom of his heart.
"hehe……"
"A flower from the high mountains, fresh and unworldly, bah! I'm so blind to think so!"
Lin Jingshuo leaned in his father's arms with such skill as if he had done it thousands of times!
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