On the bed.
Momo’s smile froze on her face.
The hand holding the phone trembled a few times, finally losing the strength to grip it, letting it slip through her palm, dropping onto the sheets.
She pressed her lips tightly, trying hard to control the heat that was rushing to her eyes.
But in the end, she couldn’t control it.
Her eyes grew moist.
She couldn’t explain the kind of pain in her heart, only that the suffocation at that moment made it hard to breathe for a long time.
Even her blood seemed to freeze and cool at that moment.
She didn’t want to believe it was true.
But the color drained bit by bit from her face.
Hearing the sound of the bathroom door opening, Momo finally regained a trace of sanity.
Suppressing the urge to cry from her grievance and sadness, she turned slightly, her back facing the approaching Wen Ran.
Quickly picking up the phone from the sheets, she got out of bed.
And said to Wen Ran, "Mom, I’m going to the bathroom too."
Then rushed into the bathroom, closing the door.
"Momo."
Wen Ran called out in surprise.
Even though Momo ran fast, she still saw her pale face, that forced smile...
Her response was the sound of Momo closing the door.
Wen Ran was momentarily stunned.
Looking at the closed door, she hesitated but didn’t go forward to ask her the reason.
Inside the bathroom.
The moment Momo closed the door, tears uncontrollably rolled down her cheeks.
She covered her mouth with one hand to prevent any sound of crying from escaping.
Her other hand tightly clutched the phone.
"Momo, now you should give up."
She bitterly warned herself.
Not to think about Ye Zhan anymore.
He’s already with another woman, and she even saw it with her own eyes.
If she didn’t give up, even she would despise herself.
"Forget him, don’t like him anymore."
She raised her hand to wipe away the tears.
Momo forced herself to smile in front of the mirror.
Her heart ached as if bleeding, yet the smile slowly blossomed on her face.
If this is one of love’s tastes, she accepted it.
Momo looked at the photo again, then at the phone number.
She deleted the photo.
Then sent a text to Wen Ziyang: [Help me check a phone number.]
After that, she included the number that sent her the photo.
Wen Ziyang replied instantly: [Okay!]
[Don’t tell anyone.] Momo added after thinking for a moment.
Before going out, Momo smiled at herself once more in the mirror.
She walked out of the bathroom, smiling brightly as she approached Wen Ran, who was leaning on the bedhead.
"Mom, let’s go to sleep."
Momo climbed into bed, hugging Wen Ran.
Wen Ran turned her face, looking at the smile on her face, her heart ached, raising a hand to stroke her hair, softly asking, "Did you cry in the bathroom just now?"
"No, why would I cry."
Momo’s nose tingled, and her smile froze a bit.
The more aggrieved one feels, the less they can bear the caring questions from family.
The heartache in Wen Ran’s voice made Momo want to cry more.
"I gave birth to you, even if your joys and sorrows aren’t written on your face, I can still feel them."
Wen Ran sighed lightly, wrapping her arms around Momo’s head, gently holding her in her embrace, her voice softly sounding, "Momo, there’s nothing that can’t be said in front of mom, much less anything to be ashamed of. When you were little, I told you that we’re not just mother and daughter, we’re also friends."
"..."
Momo bit her trembling lip.
She didn’t want her mom to worry, didn’t want to cry in front of her.
But Wen Ran’s voice made it increasingly harder to hold back tears, "What’s the matter between you and Ye Zhan, I haven’t asked before. Just now, you were upset because of him, right?"
"Mom, he has nothing to do with me anymore."
Momo’s tears finally slid down her cheeks with this sentence.
From now on, he truly had nothing to do with her.
She wouldn’t allow herself to like him anymore.
No matter what method, she had to forget him.
Listening to the determination and sorrow in her daughter’s tone, Wen Ran felt her heart tighten again.
She held her tighter, gently asking, "Could you tell mom what happened?"
Momo wasn’t like Ziyi, who had someone she liked since childhood.
She had never been in love.
From childhood to adulthood, many boys chased her.
But emotionally, she was a blank slate.
Finally, she liked someone, Ye Zhan, but for some reason, she returned from the Imperial City hurt.
Momo lifted her head from her embrace, turned around, and used a tissue to wipe away her tears.
Her voice thick with a nasal tone echoed in the bedroom, "I don’t know when I started
liking Ye Zhan. By the time I realized it, I seemed to already like him very much."
"You’ve grown up, you’ll eventually encounter love. If you like him, then you like him, don’t avoid it. Mom doesn’t want you to go through as many trials as I did with your dad."
Wen Ran’s eyes were filled with gentle motherly love, softly asking, "Did you confess your feelings to him?"
Momo thought of that night when Ye Zhan ’saw’ what Huo Song said to her.
The next morning, the words he said to her.
Her heart ached with suffocation once more.
She nodded, "I guess you could say I confessed, even though it wasn’t direct, but a man as smart as him must have understood, and he rejected me on the spot."
She asked him if he hoped she’d be with Huo Song?
He answered "mm-hmm," saying Huo Song was good.
She returned to G City, and he had cozy interactions with Ji Anyun, sparking rumors.
"Momo, Ye Zhan is an exceptionally outstanding man. If you like him, we won’t stop you."
Wen Ran held Momo’s hand, her heart aching for her hurt.
"Mom, he’s with Ji Anyun, he has nothing to do with me anymore."
Momo’s tears welled up in her eyes.
But she suppressed them, not letting them fall again.
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