That evening, when Mo Niannian was giving Xiao Youyou a bath, she discovered many bruises on her body.
It's heartbreaking to see.
Where did she go? Why does she have so many wounds on her body?
The little one got sleepy while being washed, so Mo Niannian carried her back to bed, dressed her in her pajamas, and then found some ointment to reduce swelling and bruising to apply to her wounds.
The little one fell asleep very quickly tonight, without needing much coaxing; he must have been exhausted after a whole day of fussing.
As Mo Niannian got up to leave Xiaoyouyou's room, she couldn't help but turn back and glance at her little schoolbag one last time.
She walked over, unzipped her backpack, and found the small note inside.
I carefully read the name written on the slip of paper many times.
Beautiful handwriting.
弦, 洺, 宇.
Who exactly is he?
Why are you so good to Youyou?
Mo Niannian felt that she should still make a phone call to thank him, after all, he had bought Youyou so many expensive clothes and even took Youyou home.
He probably wouldn't be after anything, right?
Perhaps she was overthinking it; he wasn't a bad person.
Mo Niannian took the note, went outside to the balcony, and dialed the number on her phone.
Hmm? There are call records?
She didn't call that number.
I made the call last night.
It was probably Yoyo who typed it while playing on her phone.
It's 9:30 PM now.
I don't know if he's asleep or not, and I'm worried about disturbing his rest.
Mo Niannian decided to dial the number anyway.
Hsien Ming-yu had just finished going through security at the airport and was sitting in the waiting room, waiting to board his plane.
My phone suddenly rang in my pocket.
He took it out and glanced at it; it was the number Youyou had called him from before.
Is that little guy still awake so late?
Did he have another fight with his parents?
Hsien Ming-yu still answered the call—
"Hello? Youyou?"
[Um... I'm not Youyou, I'm Youyou's mother.]
Hsien Ming-yu paused for a moment. Youyou's mother?
He missed that woman's voice terribly.
My mind is filled with images of Bai Xiaoruo.
Is it her?
[Hello? Mr. Xian? Can you hear me?]
He pulled his wandering thoughts back, "Oh... I can hear you, what's wrong? Has Youyou run off again?"
What is he thinking?
How could it be his little Ruo'er?
That's insane.
[No, no, Youyou is already asleep. She spent the whole night telling me how good you are to her... Thank you so much for bringing her back. I'll definitely keep a closer eye on her from now on and won't let her run off again.]
"It's nothing, just a small matter."
Xuan Mingyu really enjoyed listening to the woman's voice on the other end of the phone, as if he were chatting with Bai Xiaoruo, even though their conversations revolved around Xiaoyouyou.
[No, no, I'm very grateful to you... You bought so many clothes for Youyou, it must have cost a lot, right? Give me an expense report, and I'll transfer the money to you. I feel bad letting you pay so much. Youyou is quite mischievous; she must have been the one pestering you to buy them.]
"No need, Youyou didn't pester me to buy them. Consider those as gifts for her. Youyou is very cute and well-behaved."
[This... isn't quite right...] Mo Niannian was a little conflicted. After all, they were complete strangers, yet he had inexplicably spent tens of thousands of yuan on a child he had only known for two days. This gift was far too expensive.
Airport staff have started reminding passengers to board.
"Alright, I'm boarding now. Yoyo's mom, there are some things I'm not sure if I should say. Although I'm just an outsider, Yoyo is still such a young child. I hope you and her dad can be more tolerant of her. She will be a very sensible and good child."
[Um...I know, thank you for your suggestion, I will. Well then, I wish you a safe journey in advance, thank you so much for caring about Youyou.]
"good."
After hanging up the phone, Xian Mingyu sat in his chair and pondered for a few seconds.
That voice just now really sounded like her.
I don't know if I'll ever have the chance to meet him in person again.
Yoyo's mother was very kind and gentle, which was quite different from Yoyo's father, whom I met today.
Sitting on the plane, Xuan Mingyu took out his dark blue pouch from his pocket, gently stroking it, and murmured to himself, "Xiao Ruo'er, tell me, have I been missing you too much? So much so that even when I hear a voice that sounds like yours, I almost think it's you on the other end of the phone..."
***
Mo Niannian gripped her phone tightly, her mind in turmoil.
It's a strange feeling.
His voice is very pleasant, and he sounds quite young.
Even though so many years have passed, I've gotten used to raising Youyou alone and won't fall for anyone again.
Why does her heart pound when she hears that man's voice on the phone?
Who are you? Who exactly are you?
Why does it feel so familiar to me?
Mo Niannian put the note back into Xiao Youyou's schoolbag.
I happened to hear her soft murmur in her sleep: "Uncle... Uncle, don't go... Uncle... Youyou misses you so much..."
Mo Niannian sat down beside her and patted her little head.
"Sweetie, sleep peacefully, Mommy's with you."
This was the first time in all of Youyou's life that she had ever heard her talk in her sleep.
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