These days, the two of them had never lain in bed and talked like this before. Ji Sang chatted with so joy.
From chatting about her aunt, they talked about the places they were going to visit.
Fu Yisi just listened by her side, occasionally responding and offering his own opinions.
By the ti Ji Sang fell asleep, it was already past midnight.
The man watched her peaceful sleeping face, smiled contentedly, and gently kissed her forehead. Then, he carefully got out of bed and returned to the study.
Now that they had found the aunt, it was ti to speed up the process, to resolve what needed resolving.
....
The next day was a rare sunny one in early winter. The sun was bright and warm, but not hot.
Ji Sang wore a pure white sweater with a high neck and simple jeans, a very casual outfit.
Knowing that she was going to the sanitarium today, Fu Yisi stayed with her for breakfast before leaving.
During breakfast, although the man did not speak, his movents were much slower than usual.
Ji Sang, watching his calm deanor, secretly stifled a laugh.
"Isn’t there anything you need to remind of?"
Near the end of breakfast, Ji Sang dangled the question in front of Fu Yisi.
Fu Yisi was taken aback, seeming sowhat uncomfortable.
The mood was right last night, which is why he acted that way in front of Ji Sang.
Now, much more sober and calm, the man’s pride inexplicably kicked in, wanting to keep up appearances in front of Ji Sang.
"Ahem, nothing much, just don’t tire yourself out."
Ji Sang raised an eyebrow.
"But I’m just going to chat and take so photos, how could that be tiring?"
Fu Yisi was at a loss for words from Ji Sang’s response.
Ji Sang suddenly smiled.
"Alright, I’ll have a good chat with my aunt. Trust , okay?"
Fu Yisi knew that during her ti in the orphanage, Ji Sang had had close contact with her aunt, and perhaps talking to her could foster so affection.
When it was ti to bring the aunt ho, it wouldn’t feel strange to her.
"Okay."
They set out together, Ji Sang driving ahead while Fu Yisi followed behind.
At the intersection, they had to part ways.
One headed towards warmth filled with anticipation, the other towards cold calculations.
When Ji Sang arrived at the sanitarium, Ah Xing had already set up her easel.
The weather was nice, and there were many people in the yard, so Ah Xing stayed in the sa pavilion where Ji Sang first t her at the sanitarium.
Yong Qi was not by her side.
Ji Sang lightened her footsteps, slowly approaching, and stood not far away watching.
Ah Xing was very focused on her painting, the sunlight spilling onto her, lighting up her gentle profile.
Today, Ah Xing had a simple hair bun with so loose strands hanging by her face; the breeze made everything seem particularly inviting.
Ji Sang was stunned by the beauty of the scene, picked up her SLR cara, and captured the mont.
The clicking sound of the cara caught the painting Ah Xing’s attention; turning her head, she saw Ji Sang’s SLR and the paintbrush in her hand dropped.
Ji Sang only rembered her childhood promise to take photos for her aunt when she grew up, but she had neglected it.
The SLR in her hands was once the most familiar and beloved thing to her aunt.
Even with so differences from the caras back then, the essence was there—how different could it be?
Ji Sang almost imdiately thought of this the mont she saw Ah Xing looking at the SLR in her hands.
Her breath halted for a mont as she carefully observed Ah Xing’s reaction.
After a while, Ah Xing suddenly reached out towards Ji Sang.
Reviews
All reviews (0)