He was happy for Yao Mingyue, finally having soone who understood her so well.
Zhu Yulan put away her phone and observed the relieved smile on Xu Musen's face, her almond eyes slightly wistful.
Indeed, that's the gaze one has for the person they care about the most...
But she quickly let it go, taking a sachet from her bosom.
"I'm not asking what happened to her. This is sothing I got at Jing'an Temple. I don't believe in any deities, but it does have so calming properties. Please give it to her for ."
Xu Musen reached out to take it, the delicate sachet emitting a gentle floral fragrance that cald the mind.
"Thank you, I think she will be really happy."
Xu Musen expressed his heartfelt gratitude.
"No need to thank . Actually, she and I don't have the best relationship. To be honest, I really dislike her personality. But I admire her courage. At the very least... she can give everything for what she believes in. I can't do that."
Zhu Yulan raised her eyes, her round almond eyes scrutinizing Xu Musen's cheeks, finally withdrawing her gaze after a long while.
"Anyway, it's quite boring without her being snarky around. I'm waiting for her to co back. We still have a few argunts unfinished."
Zhu Yulan laughed, her beautiful face now showing the charm of a mature woman.
Xu Musen looked at her and chuckled a bit himself.
"Once things settle down, I'll treat you to dinner."
"A KFC al?"
"As many als as you say."
Zhu Yulan ticulously observed Xu Musen for a while, her almond eyes glistening with a moist light under the sun, finally smiling with relief.
"We'll see, the boss here is also very busy. If you want to treat , schedule with Xiao Tao next ti. If you're lucky, you might get an appointnt once in a year or two."
With that, Zhu Yulan put on her sunglasses, opened the car door, and got into her Ferrari.
The window rolled down, she pushed her sunglasses up, looked at Xu Musen for a few more seconds, and finally waved carelessly: "Goodbye, you jerk!"
Vroom!
The roar sounded as Zhu Yulan drove off with flair.
Xu Musen silently watched the direction she left, clenching the sachet in his hand, smiling for a long ti.
...
The plane flew over familiar lands, drifting over the ocean.
At this mont, on the other side of the ocean.
Yao Mingyue checked the ti on the clock, picked up her phone thinking of sending sothing but put it down again, finally just leaning on the window, blankly watching the street in the distance.
"Silly girl, didn't they say they'd arrive in the afternoon? Being anxious doesn't help, you're like a forlorn little stone waiting for her husband."
Liu Rushuang entered the room, seeing her daughter almost turning into a forlorn figure, couldn't help but laugh.
"Mom..."
Yao Mingyue murmured, checked the ti, and it was quite close to the estimated ti.
She looked down at the hospital gown she was wearing.
"Stop looking, you're supposed to wear hospital clothes in the hospital. It's not the ti for vanity now."
Liu Rushuang knew what her daughter was thinking and cut in directly.
Yao Mingyue was a bit unhappy. They had finally co, and of course, she wanted to dress up beautifully.
But wearing this hospital gown, no one could look good in it.
"Can I at least put on a little makeup?"
"You..."
Liu Rushuang, helpless yet indulgent, could understand her daughter's current feelings. She brought a makeup kit; Yao Mingyue's complexion had improved during her recovery. Just a bit of moisturizing and so lipstick would do.
Yao Mingyue, however, went on to draw her eyeliner, making her phoenix eyes appear even more lively.
Liu Rushuang helped tidy so stray hairs and simply tied them into a ponytail.
"Mom, can't you make it a prettier hairstyle?"
Yao Mingyue looked at her plain ponytail, feeling it didn't match her ticulously applied makeup.
"How much prettier do you want to be? Isn't this ponytail nice enough, makes you look spirited."
Liu Rushuang was quite satisfied. For girls, simpler is often prettier. Her darling daughter was already very pretty; any hairstyle suited her.
"Hmph, he would help design many beautiful hairstyles. Mom, you're a woman too, yet not that ticulous..."
Yao Mingyue pouted.
Liu Rushuang found it amusing and pinched her daughter's little ear: "You cheeky girl, daring to complain about your mom now. Watch and see what I can do."
Speaking of which, Liu Rushuang styled her hair in a half-updo, with sleek, black strands cascading over her left shoulder, giving her an elegant and poised look.
It's quite a dangerous housewife hairstyle!
"How about this? Doesn't it look mature and elegant?"
Yao Mingyue glanced at it and muttered, "This hairstyle… kind of resembles a Japanese housewife, I don't like it..."
"Let's try again!"
Liu Rushuang got enthusiastic and tied two small braids on her head, looping them around into two small buns.
"How about this? It's youthful and cute~"
Liu Rushuang admired her handiwork. The bun hairstyle was a tiless choice for girls and was the most common style she used on Yao Mingyue when she was little.
It was adorably cute.
Yao Mingyue looked in the mirror. The bun was indeed cute, but she felt it wasn't her style; An Nuannuan would suit it better, especially since she naturally has two big buns!
It's infuriating...
"It's too childish, I don't like it."
Yao Mingyue put down the mirror, her pout deeper than before.
"You little rascal..."
Liu Rushuang looked at her daughter, finding it amusing yet exasperating, much like when she was a child and hard to please.
Just as she was feeling a bit helpless, soone suddenly gently patted her shoulder.
Liu Rushuang turned around, her mature almond-shaped eyes initially in a daze, then they lit up with a gleam.
"Shh~"
Liu Rushuang understood, silently standing up and giving up her spot.
"Mom, can you still do new hairstyles..."
Yao Mingyue, with her back to the door, felt her mom hadn't moved, so she started nudging her. The next mont, a pair of hands gently lifted her hair.
"Mom, I'll give you one last chance." Yao Mingyue grumbled.
There was no reply from behind, just a soft "Hmm." Those warm hands started skillfully pinning up her long hair, even giving her a soothing scalp massage.
"Mom, why are your hands suddenly so warm and comfortable~"
Yao Mingyue closed her eyes, humming in contentnt.
The person behind her still didn't speak, and helped her section her hair, picking up the curling iron and creating exquisite waves at the ends.
"Done."
That warm hand gently tapped her on the head.
Yao Mingyue hadn't recognized the voice. She opened her eyes and looked at the mirror beside her.
Instantly, her almond-shaped eyes beca bright.
In the mirror, her hair parted high in a three-seven split, showcasing her stunningly beautiful face. Her forehead adorned with a few wispy bangs, added a touch of youthful vitality, softening her overly sharp deanor.
Continuing downward, her long hair naturally fell, with the last third forming intricate waves like rippling waves on a calm sea, creating a striking beauty with perfect harmony.
It can be said, this hairstyle perfectly exhibited Yao Mingyue's proud yet lively deanor.
This hairstyle... there was only one person in the world who could create it for her.
She moved the mirror, and at this mont, Xu Musen stood behind her, eyes full of smiles, eting hers through the reflection.
Yao Mingyue trembled, the long-awaited reunion happening suddenly, leaving her too excited to move.
Xu Musen slowly leaned down, their cheeks squeezed into the small reflection, feeling each other's warmth.
"Are you satisfied with my craftsmanship?"
Xu Musen, with a tender smile, reminiscent of how he used to prepare everything for her every morning in the past life.
In the mirror, Yao Mingyue had only simple makeup, yet still breathtakingly beautiful; her almond-shaped eyes gradually blurred with tears.
The mirror slipped from her hand.
In the shattered reflection, the girl turned around, fearing that everything in the mirror was just an illusion, hugging the one who dominated her thoughts tightly.
She couldn't say a word, but transford all the unspoken longing, worry, sadness, all the unease, pretenses, and despair during this ti into drops of tears, carrying warmth.
Wet against his chest...
Xu Musen gently caressed her hair, feeling her emotions, her tears and heartbeat, speaking softly yet powerfully in her ear.
Just like in the past life, just like that rainy night years ago.
"Don't be afraid, Brother Musen is here..."
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