Really, Really Miss You

Chapter 43

"Splendid" Rice with Pickled Vegetables and Pork (2)

"That's why I must very clearly let people know, I have a girlfriend." Mo Qingcheng set his phone down off to the side and made his concluding statement. "That will prevent a whole bunch of unnecessary problems."

That was why... he was so high-profile about it?......

Such a thoughtful person.

Probably every girl has had this dream, that the person you like is a celebrity in other people's eyes, yet he very plainly tells everyone that he belongs to you ... When a woman flaunts her happiness, it causes the other women around her to be envious, but when a man flaunts his happiness, it causes all the women in the world to be envious ...

Men actually very rarely flaunted their happiness for people to see.

She was still feeling touched by this when she felt something warm on her waist. Mo Qingcheng was really using his hands to measure. "Sure enough, just as I thought: just enough to fill the hands."

Using his hands to measure her waist.

Such a romantically evocative action, like skin-to-skin contact ... Gu Sheng was still caught up in the warmth of her emotions, and unconsciously, she raised her head to look up at him. His eyes were such a deep black, reflecting the light of the desk lamp. The contours of his nose bridge and jawline were so smooth, as if they had been drawn with a single stroke of a brush.

So ridiculously beautiful.

She was looking at him and was also being looked at by him.

And then, with a smile, he stuffed an earbud into her right ear.

He opened up the Duomi music player on his mobile phone, and then just like that, a familiar melody started playing.

It was himself, Unrivalled Allure Toupai DaRen, gently singing "Ruo Xiang Xi" [If We Had Cherished]. So soft and tender, so relaxed, as if he was singing for only her to listen:

[1:13] "How many regrets of parting were found in the dreams of last night?
The twittering of the swallows on colorful rafters disturb the remnants of those dreams
The moon hangs at an angle above the river. Oars move. The morning bell.
The dream is a blur. The sound of waves gradually fades away into the distance.
The sound of the flute is unhurried. Spring leaves hurriedly..."

A scene was there before her eyes, appearing because of the song: a limestone pathway, the sound of the morning bell and evening drum, mist pervading the air, and the sound of a flute leisurely playing.

"When did you record this? ..."

"A few days ago."

"For one of your association's events? Or a birthday blessing?..."

"For you," Mo Qingcheng could not help smiling. "Besides Wanmei's anniversary celebration, I haven't participated in any types of those events for several years already, and I don't record birthday or event well wishes anymore."

Oh, right...

She had forgotten about that.

There seemed to be something in her chest that was slowly spreading outward, a feeling so warm she could not restrain a smile from rising up onto her face.

"I recorded ten songs," he continued telling her. "All ancient-style."

She gave an "mm" in reply.

Then, after thinking for a moment, she reached over, felt for a strawberry, and fed it to him. "To reward you."