Chapter 1200 - Kissing her Forehead
Tang Mo’er sobbed, her eyes, the tip of her nose all red. She was calling for… Mr Gu… She missed Mr Gu, she wanted to lean on Mr Gu’s shoulder.
She was pregnant with Mr Gu’s baby.
Lu Yeming looked at the beautiful face in front of him, lifting his hand to caress her face. Wiping away her tears with his fingertips, he spoke as if he was coaxing a young girl. “I’ll pass you my phone so you can call him, alright?”
Tang Mo’er sniffled, biting down on her lip. She smiled and cried at the same time, shaking her head. “I can’t, I can’t bear to… let Mr Gu… suffer in pain with me. Just let me suffer alone…”
“Fine.” Lu Yeming held her tear-filled face. “I’ll be with you no matter what.”
He pulled her into his embrace once again.
Tang Mo’er tugged on his clothes, till they were all wrinkled as she cried out loud, letting out all of her emotions and helplessness…
…
Hearing her indignant bantering, Lu Yeming’s entire countenance was gentle. He smiled while looking at Tang Mo’er. The corners of Tang Mo’er’s lips were also raised. She closed her eyes and said, “Yeming, I’m going to sleep.”
“Mm, goodnight.”
Tang Mo’er fell asleep in no time.
Lu Yeming looked at her, his memories returning to that summer in 199X. It was a hot summer, the lime tree bloomed outside their window and the radio in the room was playing while the fragrance of Grandma’s cooking was everywhere in the house.
He had no idea whose kid was crying again, the birds chirped nonstop on the tree. Seven year old Tang Mo’er was sent to Grandma’s house, barging into his life, growing up with him.
Lu Yeming slowly bent over, moving closer to Tang Mo’er’s forehead before he gave her a light peck.
He planted a kiss on her forehead.
It was a light kiss, he was afraid that he would wake her up.
His memories were no longer vivid. Back then, she would hold his jaw, looking at him straight in the eye. “Brother, brother, you have to learn how to speak. My name is Tang Mo’er. Come, follow me, Tang, Mo. Er. Mo’er!”
She taught him how to speak, making him remember her name. Mo’er.
Jun Xiqing stood outside, watching Lu Yeming kiss Sister Mo’er’s forehead. She turned around, leaning against the wall.
Everyone must at least have one moment like this in life, expressing all the gentleness and love they had in their life.
Jun Xiqing was reminded of when she rode on a horse with Uncle Jun when she was young. Uncle Jun pointed at the mountainous scenery in Country Z and told her, “Qingqing, who said that women can’t compare to men?”
A smile hinted at the edges of Jun Xiqing’s lips. That was the most memorable moment in her life. Over time, he had formed the foundation for her most innermost beliefs.
She used to think that Lu Yeming was a man who was hard to reach, she somehow couldn’t read him at all. But now, as she unraveled him, she realized he was actually really gentle inside.