0066 Returning Home (2)
The shadows of the pines swayed in the breeze, and the sky gradually revealed a pale blue-green hue.
The lights in the garden shone down, casting a cold glow.
Tears streamed down her face, leaving streaks, as Lingling stared blankly at the bushes behind the stone railing in the distance.
She was only wearing a thin shirt, seemingly oblivious to the cold.
A scorching heat was cutting into her soft palm.
"Lingling..." She heard him call her name. It was the inexplicable caution of her childhood, the worry tinged with anger that came with adulthood, and then he became him covered in blood, his emotions conveyed with the intensity of risking his life in the face of danger. It was so intense that she dared not get any closer.
She dared not count the details, because her conflict with him was not a short-term event, nor was it a matter of a year or two.
For a full ten years, their interactions were so numerous and dense that they could not be ignored. In their interactions—facing each other, embracing, kissing, and hating—they had seen everything about each other.
They even exposed themselves to each other countless times, both in the dead of night and in broad daylight.
Just as He Lingling was unwilling to admit, in the days and nights she thought she missed Shen Yan, they had everything about each other.
Quietly open your palm, and there's an orange glass candy with intricate patterns etched into it.
She returned to the dark, unlit carriage.
A faint, terrifying smell of blood lingered in her nostrils, almost taking her breath away.
She trembled violently in the darkness, unable to look at his face.
At that moment, she felt no joy at escaping death, only an endless, overwhelming collapse that she dared not and could not face.
How could she possibly recall the feelings of that moment? She seemed unable to imagine that the seemingly cold and ruthless person with whom she had hurt each other might die and leave this world.
This thought left her with no sense of relief, no way to escape it; only a devastating wave of collapse engulfed her.
She bit his hard shoulder with her teeth, trembling and sobbing in his arms.
It wasn't until he spoke that he felt the despair crumble.
Her sobs turned into uncontrollable weeping; He Lingling had never known she could shed so many tears. She then pulled him tightly into her arms with all her might.
It turns out that this moment is the real surprise and joy of getting it back.
The bullet struck his right shoulder, and only when he pulled her into his arms did he feel his heart settle down.
He gave a soft groan, and she finally snapped out of her daze. Her face pale, she frantically asked him, "Where does it hurt?" Seeing his expression, tears streamed down her face again.
Wanqi Fuze felt a slight tug at his heart; he almost thought she was...worried about him.
He struggled to reach the storage compartment.
Seeing his actions, Lingling asked anxiously, "What do you want?"
She opened the storage compartment in the car before he did.
But I felt a sudden tightness in my chest.
The box was full of orange glass candies, sparkling and shining, just like the pure and radiant hearts of young boys and girls.
A hand took the candy.
"Mmm—it's so sweet."
A pair of beautiful blue eyes met He Lingling's.
"Aria?" He Lingling's voice was so hoarse that she could only make a weak and unpleasant sound. She coughed twice in embarrassment, and she must have looked haggard and disheveled.
Aria, who had a candy in her mouth, was just as "speechless" as she was, but very gentlemanly, she draped the baseball jersey she had prepared over her shoulders.
He Lingling felt that Aria had grown taller again. She thought of the incredibly beautiful couple and the small face in front of her that resembled Wan Qifuze, and her heart ached again.
But she didn't want to bring sadness to this beautiful child; she just felt that Aria deserved everyone's love and care.
Aria, who is as mischievous as a little monkey, was unusually quiet at this moment.
He used his cool fingers to wipe away the glistening tears on her face.
"Auntie, your uncle will worry if you're like this."
A tiny, crystal-like figure whose words pierce the heart.
He Lingling was about to jokingly scold him for being "a precocious child," and her mouth was already wide open when tears started flowing down her cheeks first.
She simply gave up on herself, knowing that even if she forced a smile, it would be an incredibly ugly one.
How could she tell Aria that she was the one who was incredibly worried and heartbroken?
Her heart ached terribly.
She desperately wanted to see him immediately—to see a perfect version of him, even if he was still cold and ruthless.
But Aria, with her keen intellect, seemed to know everything.
“Perhaps I can tell you a story.” Aria sighed, looking at He Lingling, whose face was covered in tears.
He Lingling nodded, but Aria remained silent for a long time.
Those blue eyes seemed to see right through her. She didn't seem interested in hearing a story, even one that concerned her uncle and her, and that would cheer her up.
Her tear-filled eyes held only longing for her uncle.
Aria remembered the pain in her father's eyes when he saw the scars on Mommy's body.
He finally sighed again: "Fine, come with me, I'll take you to see your uncle."
"He only hurt his arm, but he's still asleep."
She saw He Lingling nodding frantically with bright eyes, her tiny tears broken by the sunlight.
He stopped walking, and He Lingling stopped with him, still looking at him with those same eyes.
He said quietly, "Please don't cry anymore, Auntie."
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