She felt that at this mont, she truly wasn’t alone anymore. She couldn’t help but lean her head on his shoulder, gazing at his handso profile that seed straight out of a painting. After a while, she rembered what Qin Sheng had asked her yesterday and suddenly moved her lips, whispering into his ear, "Teacher, I’m sorry I stood you up that day."
Li Qingshen’s body tensed slightly—he just felt the girl’s voice lightly wafting around his ear, like a dandelion brushing gently over the tip of his heart, fluffy and soft.
The moonlight gently bathed them both as Li Qingshen walked very slowly, as though strolling. She lay on his back and didn’t speak again, the world around them serene. Their shadows on the ground overlapped each other, and ti seed to freeze into eternity at that mont.
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They hadn’t reached the front door when they saw Qin Sheng standing there from afar, smoking a cigarette, seemingly impatiently waiting. As they walked back, Qin Sheng approached them. Ling Momo felt slightly embarrassed, quickly climbing down from Li Qingshen’s back and politely stepping back a few paces with her rosy cheeks hanging low.
Li Qingshen, ever composed, smiled and stepped into the house. His great-grandmother had already ward up the dinner, urging them to eat when she saw the two arriving.
Ling Momo’s mood had significantly improved and she regained her usual cheerfulness. While eating, she suddenly thought about how Li Qingshen had been busy at her place these past few days and asked, a bit sheepishly, "Teacher, have the last few days interfered with any important work of yours?"
Li Qingshen shook his head and looked at her, unhesitatingly saying, "No."
Ling Momo instantly felt a warm sensation in her chest. She bowed her head and silently continued with her al.
After eating, Ling Momo returned to her bedroom to rest. She was very sleepy, but rembering that she had been busy with her great-grandfather’s matters and hadn’t checked her phone, she picked it up and discovered a WeChat ssage from Enson—from the day before yesterday. It was simple, quoting Harry Potter, "In the darkest of tis, there is always light, as long as you know how to turn on the light. Momo, no matter how sad things seem, it’s just the light that’s gone out. I will light it for you, don’t be sad."
Seeing this ssage, her hands shook uncontrollably, and she instinctively replied, "You know?"
A reply ca swiftly, "Yes, Li Qingshen told . How are you now? I’m really worried about you."
Reading this, Ling Momo felt as though her heart was fiercely seized, painful yet warm.
She lay in bed, tossing and turning for a long ti, but ultimately couldn’t help replying to Enson, "I’m okay."
"I’m glad you’re okay if you’re feeling down," Enson replied.
Like always with their past WeChat conversations, his words were simple yet heartwarming. Ling Momo thought that she ultimately couldn’t bring herself to completely sever ties with Enson. She had lost her great-grandfather and didn’t want to lose soone she loved at the sa ti. Even if he didn’t love her, it didn’t matter. She didn’t dare hope for his love but only wanted to chat with him like this, so she continued texting Enson, "Yes, I made a friend today!"
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