Rose of Heaven

341-342

Lin Jingmo and Cheng Yaosi went out one after another, and the rest of the people stopped eating and chatted casually about what happened after dinner. Although they all tacitly didn't mention it, they had their own thoughts.

Seeing that the two people hadn't come back for a few minutes, Zhao Ye from Boheng said, "Let's continue eating, don't wait any longer."

Zhuoer responded twice, turned his head and whispered to Sister Shan, "Did you know about them a long time ago? I see you are very calm."

Sister Shan knew that Zhuoer was dissatisfied with her hiding it from him, and whispered, "I just found out not long ago. You know more about Mr. Cheng's affairs than I do. Maybe it will be over soon. Who would have thought that he would suddenly change his ways."

Zhuoer stared at her, half believing and half doubting what Sister Shan said, but the two of them were thinking about the same thing in their minds at this time.

Cheng Yaosi's concern for Lin Jingmo was different from usual, and it was not known whether it was a blessing or a curse.

After nearly half an hour, a waiter came in to take Lin Jingmo's bag and phone.

Everyone at the table was silent again with an inexplicable meaning.

...

The door opened, Cheng Yaosi went straight to the kitchen, and soon, he brought out a bowl of soup and placed it on the coffee table in front of Lin Jingmo.

There was a faint smell of brown sugar, and Lin Jingmo looked into the bowl and saw a few dates floating on the reddish-brown soup.

On the way back, Cheng Yaosi asked his aunt to cook it temporarily.

The dates bumped back and forth in the bowl, but they were not only in the bowl, and Lin Jingmo felt the same way, but she said, "I don't have to drink this if my stomach doesn't hurt."

"Are you still afraid of bitterness?" Cheng Yaosi raised the bowl and touched it to his lips, and tasted it slightly: "It's not bitter."

Lin Jingmo didn't like to drink brown sugar and was tired of the taste, but seeing him like this, he didn't insist on refusing. He took the bowl and drank it in big gulps.

Unexpectedly, the bowl of soup cooked by Cheng Yaosi's aunt was quite mixed. Although there was brown sugar, Lin Jingmo was very receptive. She thought that she would find a chance to ask the aunt for a recipe.

After drinking, Lin Jingmo followed Cheng Yaosi into his study.

Watch him take out a familiar thing from the safe.

When Lin Jingmo was in high school, she liked to buy all kinds of diaries. At that time, beautiful notebooks with illustrations without grids were very popular. The one she used to write her diary was her favorite one. It was bound in a thick plastic cover. There was no obvious sign of aging on the cover after so many years, as if it was lost just yesterday.

Cheng Yaosi handed it to her, but Lin Jingmo refused. She even took a step back and said, "Throw it away."

"Why? There are still many things to write."

He said, flipping it open twice casually. The paper made a rustling sound in the air, and Lin Jingmo saw the memories she had left on it.

Shocking.

She took a step forward, and Cheng Yaosi couldn't react in time. Lin Jingmo snatched the diary away, pulled open both sides and was about to tear it up.