Chapter 18 Look at me, am I smitten?
He leaned closer to the young child and rested his face against that soft, tender hand.
Li Qianhua froze, at a loss, as that hand gently guided hers, slowly moving it to a soft and warm place.
My heart started racing without me even realizing it, and a wave of sadness welled up in my eyes.
Her eyelashes were already wet with tears.
Li Qianhua took the initiative to reach out and touch the person in front of her, using touch to "see" what the person in front of her looked like.
She could feel that it was a face. Her fingers gently touched that face, first the delicate skin, eyebrows, and eye sockets, then the straight nose, and finally the soft lips.
The sweet scent of peaches lingered in her nose, and a face was sketched in her mind. Warm breaths touched the back of her hand, a symbol of life.
The cameraman following behind the three quickly and quietly zoomed in.
Sunlight pierced through the clouds and fell on the two of them. Wen Yanyu looked down at the child in front of him, his eyes, which were gradually losing their color, were filled with indescribable emotions.
It seemed to be a gentle, tender feeling, like the affection of an elder for a younger person, or the sorrow of two people in the same cage watching the same helpless tragedy.
The sunlight's halo intertwined with the fragmented glint of tears in my eyes, making it impossible to distinguish whether it was sunlight or tears that hadn't yet fallen...
My heart skipped a beat for no reason.
Duan Mufeng jolted awake, as if waking from a dream.
He immediately turned his head away and looked away.
The footage is very clear.
At that moment, neither Duan Mufeng nor the chat room was speaking.
After a brief silence, the comments section erupted.
Touch my face. Since you can't see me, feel my presence. I'm going to cry! I'm going to cry! I really'm going to cry, sob sob sob!
[Daddy, stop chasing that girl from the Fu family, okay? Chase me instead! I'm pretty rich too. If you pursue me, I'll take you abroad to get married right away.]
To be honest, he's a decent person. Aside from his past relationships, he doesn't have any major scandals. He just made some silly mistakes in his relationships and ruined his own life.
[I...I'm so vulnerable. I just couldn't take his combo, sob sob, I'm completely won over.]
[I've been wanting to say this for a while now, Wen Yanyu really is like a gentle male mother. That angry little boy who was causing trouble several times was managed to be controlled by Wen Yanyu. And Xiaohua was ostracized because of her eye problem, right? Many parents might not pay much attention to each other's emotions, but Wen Yanyu is always attentive to their feelings.]
Yes, and he didn't neglect the other children because of Xiaohua; he even played with Xiaohua and the other children.
[There were also a few introverted kids who weren't ignored; they were all given pretty little braids. What kind of amazing male mom is this? I'm speechless.]
[Baby has always had this personality, it's just that before it was like she was possessed, sob sob sob baby, if you can change, Mommy will still continue to support you and do data for you, sob sob sob.]
Li Qianhua let out a soft sob, and finally couldn't hold back her quiet tears.
She never shed a tear after her mother passed away. She was obedient, never caused trouble for others, and never acted spoiled.
There are many children in the village without parents. She is not special, nor should she be. She knows that she is not a child that people like.
She is not good at sweet talk, nor does she know how to please elders.
She doesn't know what her future holds.
I don't know if I will ever see the light again.
She knew the chocolate would eventually run out, and the person who gave her the chocolate wouldn't stay forever, but at this moment...
Li Qianhua was held in Wen Yanyu's arms and gently coaxed.
"It's okay, brother knows you've been wronged. Cry it out and you'll be fine. Brother is here. Be good, Xiaohua, cry in front of brother."
"Brother, I don't want to be disliked." The little dumpling's voice trembled, hoarse and aggrieved.
"I'm scared. I don't remember what Mom looks like. Brother, boohoo, I miss Mom."
"Mom, Mom told me to be strong, but, cough..." The little dumpling was so emotional that she couldn't stop coughing, and tears and grievances welled up in her eyes: "I, I miss Mom, brother, I miss Mom so much."
It seems to be the nature of all young children that when they are wronged, sad, or even facing death, they always call out for their mother.
Large tears rolled down her cheeks, and Li Qianhua bit her lip hard, forcing back her sobs.
Wen Yanyu closed his eyes and hugged the soft little dumpling into his arms, but what flashed through his mind was his sister, whose appearance he had long forgotten.
I don't remember either.
The text that was deleted as a bug—his living family members—he couldn't remember a single one of them.
“It’s okay, Xiaohua doesn’t have to be strong all the time. No one says we have to be strong all the time. When we’re sad or wronged, we can be vulnerable and we can cry. If you want to cry, just cry to your brother.”
Wen Yanyu reached out and patted the little girl's back gently and slowly.
Li Qianhua gripped the boy's sleeve tightly, finally letting out a sob, her tears and snot mingling together.
I don't know if it was because the candy was taken away, or something else.
Wen Yanyu lowered her eyelashes, took out a tissue from her pocket, and wiped the child's face.
The chocolate will eventually be eaten up, and the sweetness she experienced in her life was only a few fragments.
The sense of loss from having gained something and then losing it is something she doesn't want to face, but she still can't help but want to experience it.
Feel all the beauty and sweetness to dilute the unknown suffering.
After the child finished sobbing, Wen Yanyu continued to lead her along the country lane, letting her touch the flowers and life she encountered along the way.
Li Qianhua held that warm hand tightly, not knowing what tomorrow would bring.
Long, long after she had left the mountains, she returned to her now prosperous "hometown" and saw the mountains, streams, lakes, and light once more.
The old, painful memories and darkness have long been diluted by time, and even the memory of that afternoon has become blurred, but something remains.
It always echoed in her heart.
Actually... I think he's a pretty good person.
[I admit I was prejudiced at first, thinking he was a sissy gay man who liked to climb the social ladder, but he seemed completely different from the descriptions online. After watching him for a few days, I felt he was such a gentle bunny, I wanted to sell my neighbor's house and take him home to raise.]
[? Rolls-Royce Mud]
[Who knows? My buddy was bored and we were watching a variety show together. Then I saw him staring blankly at Wen Yanyu telling a story, and he was even laughing while listening! After laughing, he slapped himself! And now he's going through Wen Yanyu's Weibo! Damn it! Is my brother gay?! And my mom gave birth to a straight brother?!!!!]
He has a great temper, a gentle and somewhat subdued personality, his cooking looks delicious, he seems very domestic, he's also a great storyteller and child-friendly, and he's very handsome. If you disregard his past relationship scandals, he'd be perfect as a wife. [Slurp]
[A gentle, wife-like bunny baby.]
I'm going to sell all seven of my houses and marry him.
[You're not going to keep a room for the baby? That won't do, that's obviously unreliable, take the baby away.]
Duan Mufeng followed beside the two.
Wen Yanyu glanced at him casually, and the moment their eyes met, Duan Mufeng immediately looked away.
An overwhelming surge of emotions welled up within me.
But after only a few seconds, his gaze was uncontrollably fixed on the boy again.
On the quiet country road, there wasn't much noise, but he could clearly hear his own heart pounding. Something that terrified him quietly seeped into his heart.
Wen Yanyu walked beside him, the two very close. He could smell the alluring scent emanating from the other, and that exquisitely beautiful face was still the kind of face he was physically attracted to.
But his gaze was involuntarily drawn to those tearful eyes, and he couldn't look away from them.
He knew what it was.
He wanted to stop it.
But it was too late.
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