If You Are a Dodder Flower

Part 3

Xia Rou quietly sat inside the living room, her head slightly lowered down, putting her sight on the varnished wooden coffee table.

Now she realized the color of the coffee table in the past 10 years was this color, she recalled back. After that, the coffee table was changed to another one, same design, but the color seemed to be darker a bit. Probably is because the wood material is different.

She wanted to stretch out her hand to feel the texture, whether that wood material really has a moist texture, but at this moment she heard a sonorous footstep getting closer.

Deep and steady, every step was at its own pace.

Every sound of it, has knocked into her heart, she couldn't help but her heartbeat fastened, as if it was trying to jump out from her chest.

"Xia Rou?" Translated by The Novelst

That familiar voice of his, was deep like a cello, calling out her name.

Xia Rou's slim white hand suddenly gripped tightly into a fist. She had a deep breath, then only had the courage to stand up, and turn around......

The man in black uniform is standing just right under the sunlight of the sunset. The sides of that dark uniform was reflected with a layer of gold.

Even his facial features were covered with golden light.

His stature was tall, standing at a near distance, calmly staring at her.

Xia Rou also stared at him, and she couldn't even...... let her eyes off.

As she was infatuatedly staring at him, she noticed Cao Yang's sharp gaze has turned gentler, slowly he walked towards her and said in a low voice: "My condolences."

Xia Rou finally realized that her tears had burst out in a line. Immediately she lowered her head and softly wiped out the tears on her face.

Just now, Cao Yang has seen her properly, Xia Rou wasn't the "kid" in his blurry memory anymore. Although her height was only up till his shoulders, but she has already grown up as a maiden.

Short hair is cut neatly to the length of her face, surrounded on her sharp little chins. A pair of thin lips were light pink color, lacking some redness. Her lips were tightly closed as if she's afraid that she'll say something wrong. She's wearing a piece of black long sleeved dress, giving more prominence to her snowy white skin.

Only that pair of large somber eyes, the moment she put her sight was on him, countless of complex emotion was revealed, as if endless words have been told in her eyes. Those endless words tumbled in her eyes, then fell off on her cheeks, but she herself hasn't noticed yet.

Cao Yang remembered that year when his mother just passed away, those days were so difficult to him. His heart gradually become softer to these memories, a word of "condolences" doesn't only show his courtesy, but also a kind of consolation.

Now the girl in front of him is bending her head down, looking at her pitch-black hair from top, the more he thinks that she's just a little kid. She's completely different from his little brothers, and also the women he made contact before.

She's just a small little girl, who lost her belonging, weak and nobody to rely on.

"My name is Cao Yang." He said.

Big brother......

Xia Rou raised her head, tears can still be seen on her cheeks, she moved her lips, but she voice out to address him.

15 years old of Xia Rou was supposed to be unfamiliar with Cao Yang, so she wasn't qualified to address him as "Big Brother" yet.

In the end she lowered back her head and called softly: "Brother Cao Yang."