Staring straight at him.
A gaze that hot, it was hard to ignore.
He met her gaze and stepped forward, originally expecting to be discovered and for her to run away in fear.
But she didn’t.
Her small body just hung there on the wall as she watched him walk up to her and ask her, “Why do you keep looking at me?”
How did she answer then?
Yes, she blinked her pretty eyes and gave his sister an envious look before saying, “I want to have a brother too, but my mother died and I can’t have a brother for the rest of my life.”
She said, as if remembering her own mother, and her sad tears swished down as if she didn’t want any money.
A pretty little face suddenly turned into a flowered cat in tears.
As she cried, she asked him, “Big brother, if I’m good and obedient, can I marry you as a daughter-in-law when I grow up? That way I won’t have to envy your sister.”
At that time, he was still a child too, and seeing that she might have to cry herself to death if he didn’t say yes, he looked down and thought about it, and took a piece of chocolate out of his pocket and handed it to her.
“I don’t like people who cry at the drop of a hat, when you learn not to cry, I’ll say yes.”
She heard his words then and dried her tears without saying a word.
With big, clear, bright eyes, she looked at him with a happy face.
That hot gaze, like a torch, made him feel uncomfortable for the first time in his life, so he turned away, not daring to let her see his reddening ears.
He was about to go home when he thought of something and turned back to remind her.
“And don’t hang on to the wall later, you’ll be a cripple if you fall, and I don’t like girls who don’t behave.”
“But if you don’t hang on the wall, you won’t be able to see you.”
Little Zheng Yan’s eyes were red, like a small cat or puppy that had been abandoned, biting her lip in aggression, still clutching the chocolate he had just handed her in her hand, not bothering to eat it.
That pitiful look made his heart go soft.
He told her his daily schedule and only allowed her to visit for a while, and asked that she be accompanied by an adult from the family.
If her father was not at home, she had to have the housekeeper with her.
Only then was she happy to take the chocolate and slide down the wall ……
Then, every day, whenever he appeared in the yard, he looked up and saw a little carrot head emerging from the next wall.
Not too close and not too far away, smiling and looking at him.
And he got into the habit of carrying a chocolate in his pocket and giving it to her when she appeared, as a reward for her obedience.
Time waned.
So many years had pa*sed.
A childhood tease that she fears she has forgotten, but he still remembers.
Remembering that he had a verbal engagement, not to the Miss Mo family, but to her.
He promised that he would marry her when he grew up ……
The girl who liked to hang on the wall and watch him train and eat chocolate.
The girl who would cry like a flowered cat and ask him pityingly if she could be his daughter-in-law when she grew up.
He remembered her from the first day they met and was never going to forget it for the rest of his life ……
“But you have forgotten me.” Mo’s eternal fingers, gently tracing her brow, in a tone that carried an imperceptible despondency.
I would travel ten thousand miles with the wind and not ask for a return date.
But I cannot bear to stand opposite you, yet you have long forgotten me.
This, perhaps, is why he hesitated to tell her who he was.
