Her Heart Ached a Little
Redakteur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
That night, it was as if an extravagant banquet had kicked off in Jingdu.
On the embankment, a couple walked as they embraced each other, and the sweet whispers and laughter among the lovers were a source of warmth during this cold night.
After a while, Mu Feichi's deep voice sounded from above her head.
"In the year my mother died, I was ten years old. What I want the most is for her to revive."
He held her hands tightly, and an inaudible sigh echoed in her ears.
Yun Xi couldn't begin to understand what a mother's death meant to a ten-year-old child.
Because during her childhood, in all her memories, there was nothing except for her aunt's harsh rebukes and harassments.
Even now, with her mother by her side, it felt no different.
She and him, in terms of parental love, seemed to be quite fated in the sense that it was something they both longed for but couldn't have.