Early in the morning on the next day, Mo Qianxue just arrived at Tong mansion when the housekeeper reported to her with excitement what Tong Zijing had done after she left yesterday.
Yesterday since Mo Qianxue left, Tong Zijing first sat there numbly for a while, then he picked up a piece of cloth to tear for a moment just like before, but he quickly lost the interest. Then, he began to gaze at the story scrolls of crane and fox drinking water.
Although he still laughed, it was no longer the former titter. It was another kind of smile.
The housekeeper thought for quite a long time and wasn't able to describe what kind of smile that was.
So he only said that young lord got up very early today, saying nothing though, his eyes were unconsciously brought to rest on the door.
Mo Qianxue smiled. It seemed that Tong Zijing's condition wasn't as serious as she had expected.
When she entered his room again, she found the feeling of depression disappeared.
Mo Qianxue pushed the door open, and though Tong Zijing didn't came up to greet her, his eyes blinked with joy.
Mo Qianxue walked to him, smiling, "I'm here brother. Shall we begin telling stories?"
Tong Zijing nodded.
"We're good friends now. Can I call you Jing? Jing brother?"
Tong Zijing nodded again.
"That's great, then you call me sister. Remember, my name is Qianxue."
Mo Qianxue started to tell stories just like the day before. But there were only two of them in the room. Mr. Tong had been dismissed.
Finishing the stories, she collected the scrolls, saying, "We are good friends, right? Friends should help each other, just like the story goes. Right?"
Every time she asked a question, she needed to repeat at least three times, but she never got impatient, because the best way to treat an autistic boy was to give him more than enough love and avoid rough and simple neglect.
"...Yes." Tong Zijing seemed to think for a while before giving his answer.
"I'd like to have fun outside, because it's so boring in the room. Will you go with me?"
The friendliness of Tong Zijing was blown away by wind at once. He took a glance at the guards at the door, lowering his head and shaking it after a long while.
"But if Jing don't go with me, I'll feel bored and lonely." Mo Qianxue was so sad at the sight of his alerted expression and waved her hand to let the guards leave.
She believed that he must have tried to go out but was forced back by the guards.
Mr. Tong had promised that now she was the boss in the yard. Therefore, as she waved her hand, the two guards left quickly only after hesitating for a second and exchanging a look.
Seeing that the guards had retreated and hearing Mo Qianxue's invitation, Tong Zijing restored his desire to go outside.
In view of this, Mo Qianxue held his hand and walked outward.
Tong Zijing glanced at the hand holding him, subconsciously tried to rid but wasn't willing to do so, so his eyes, from where tears welled up, were fixed on the hand. Finally, by Mo Qianxue's guide, he walked out of the door.
There was no one in the yard. She took him by the hand and strolled along corridors.
At first, Tong Zijing lowered his head out of fear, but later as he peeked around and found nobody, he instantly got relieved.
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The Lady's Sickly Husband
RomanceTransmigration? A Chong Xi Marriage? Sickly husband? How worse can this get? Mo Qian Xue now lives in a soddy, destitute, small house with broken furnitures. The grass had grown wild and unruly from lack of proper care. The rice pot in the kitchen...