Helian Yi cleared his throat twice, trying to attract everyone’s attention.
After all, he was the eldest son of this family and couldn’t be ignored like this.
Did he not care about saving face?
"If you have a cold, don’t eat with everyone. Go back to your room." Wen Ruya was annoyed at the sight of this son, finding him increasingly unpleasant.
Helian Yi: "..."
Was this his gentle and elegant mother?
After dinner, the two of them sat for a while and then took their leave.
"You like pianos?" Huo Jincheng asked as they walked out of the villa.
"Huh? ?" Lu Xingzhi pointed at herself and tugged at her lips, "Of course I do. Didn’t I tell you? I’m a girl who adores vanity. As long as it’s expensive, I like it all."
"Lu Xingzhi, your smile is very ugly." Huo Jincheng said blandly.
Lu Xingzhi pressed her tongue against her cheek, "This is a polite and courteous smile."
Huo Jincheng said nothing. He wanted to see Lu Xingzhi’s smile when she saw the piano, a montary brightness more dazzling than the starry sky.
Her "I’m sorry" struck his heart heavily, causing a throbbing pain.
Lu Xingzhi...
Back ho, the two returned to their respective rooms.
Lu Xingzhi sat on the carpet on the balcony, hugging her knees, staring into the distance with vacant eyes.
The piano, how could she not like it.
But...
Dad, I miss you so much.
I’m sorry, I haven’t continued playing the piano.
I also haven’t stood on that most dazzling stage.
Today, I saw a beautiful piano. The feeling of being moved made want to touch it, play it.
Lu Xingzhi buried her head in her knees, shedding silent tears.
Until there was soone on the balcony next door, "Zhi Zhi, are you crying?"
Startled, Lu Xingzhi raised her head, not having the ti to wipe away her tears, seeing Huo Jincheng appear on the adjacent balcony.
Huo Jincheng saw her sorrowful eyes, accentuated by the tear mole, looking even more pitiful, his heart clenched, frowning, he spoke slowly: "Why?"
"Why what?" Lu Xingzhi didn’t quite understand, asked dumbly.
"Why are you crying?" Huo Jincheng asked again.
Lu Xingzhi casually wiped her tears, smiling carelessly, "I was admiring the view, got so sand in my eyes."
Lu Xingzhi acted as if nothing happened, stood up, and went back into her room.
She patted her own face, "Lu Xingzhi, why are you crying, you’re an adult, it’s really embarrassing."
You’ve been getting conceited lately, just a little grievance and you’re crying.
A person like you, unloved and uncared for, has no right to cry.
Just about to wash her face, there was a knock on the door. She walked over, opened it, and Lu Xingzhi stiffly pulled her lips, "Uncle, do you need sothing?"
Huo Jincheng said nothing, just looked at her.
He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, reaching towards Lu Xingzhi’s face, but before he could touch her, she backed away a few steps.
"No, no, no, Uncle, my face isn’t worth as much as your handkerchief! Don’t dirty it. I’m not so delicate, washing my face in the bathroom will be fine."
"Co here." Huo Jincheng’s tone was commanding, not allowing for refusal.
Without waiting for Lu Xingzhi to co over, he had already pulled her in, gently wiping away the traces of tears on her face with the handkerchief.
Lu Xingzhi couldn’t take this kind of treatnt, being treated so cautiously made her a little scared.
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