His warm breath sprayed on her neck, both tickling and numbing.
Tang Yue subconsciously held her breath, before she could react, Mo Siyu had already straightened up and left without looking back.
Mo Siyu left her with only an arrogant and lonely silhouette.
Watching his retreating figure, a thought silently rose in Tang Yue’s heart: she would definitely work hard to become a better person, good enough to be worthy of standing by his side.
After leaving the train station, Tang Yue headed straight for the hospital.
Mo Xiaolin had sprained her ankle, but after the doctor’s manipulation, her foot was completely fine now.
"Aunt Mo, the ID has been delivered to Uncle Mo," Tang Yue said with relief after seeing Mo Xiaolin’s foot healed.
Mo Xiaolin smiled broadly and thanked her: "Xiao Yue, thank you so much this time."
"You’re welcome, Aunt Mo. Next time, be more careful when walking," Tang Yue carefully advised.
"Okay." Mo Xiaolin’s satisfaction with Tang Yue only grew over time, and as the days passed, her fondness for Tang Yue increased day by day.
Deep down, Mo Xiaolin couldn’t help but regret that Tang Yue was only seventeen. If she were older, they could have brought her into the family sooner.
*
Jiang City.
Tang Mingli hurried to the city on the earliest bus. As soon as he got off, he went straight to find Wei Jiajia with some steamed buns.
"Jiajia." When Tang Mingli arrived, Wei Jiajia was busy.
Wei Jiajia had just finished calculating the prices for a customer’s clothes and was packing them when she heard Tang Mingli’s voice and looked up joyfully: "How come you’re here?"
"Is the wound on your body healed?" Wei Jiajia paused in her packing, and if it wasn’t for the constant flow of people, she probably would have checked his wound herself.
"It’s almost healed," Tang Mingli said with a smile, seeing the worry on her face and feeling very happy inside when he looked at her.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but for him, it was even worse. She occupied his dreams every night with her smiling face.
"You sit down for a while." Wei Jiajia moved a stool for him to sit.
But Tang Mingli chose to kneel down and help Wei Jiajia pack the clothes.
After taking stock so many times, Tang Mingli was quite the expert at packing clothes; he finished the task quickly. Wei Jiajia saw off the customers, who commented on how well-matched they looked, leaving her heart even more delighted.
Once the customers had left, Wei Jiajia glanced at his back from time to time: "Is your wound really okay? You just exerted yourself; is it all right?"
"Don’t worry, it’s fine," Tang Mingli said nonchalantly. His eyes had not left Wei Jiajia’s figure since he came in.
"Didn’t you skip breakfast? Come on, eat up before the buns get cold," Wei Jiajia said, feeling shy under Tang Mingli’s gaze.
Tang Mingli chuckled, ’Heh heh,’ and handed her another meat bun: "You haven’t eaten either, have you?"


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