His Beloved Treasure

Helian Hao said this and even turned to glance at the silhouettes of the two men on the balcony.

”Yeah! So he really was just talking!”

Qin Mu couldn’t help but give a wry smile, letting out a sigh involuntarily.

”Hmm! When you were together with Mu Yichen, there must have been many times when his words didn’t match his feelings, right?”

”Now it’s better! Thinking about it, there probably were more such instances in the past.”

Qin Mu suddenly lowered her gaze, remembering how he always put on a facade of aloofness in front of her, perhaps even glaring at her with that look in his eyes.

”I can totally picture it! When he used to be alone in China, he would always have that sullen expression. Jing Feng and the others would often secretly say he acted as if they owed him a lot of money, putting on airs in front of his brothers while constantly missing you like a grandson, too afraid to say it aloud.”

Helian Hao recalled the past, which was also deeply etched in his memory.

”Really?”

Qin Mu asked.

”Yeah! Every time we went out to eat together, he would sit there with a scowl, and then Jing Feng and the others would secretly discuss how he had mental issues and needed to see a psychologist whenever he went to the restroom.”

Qin Mu, with her head bowed, fell silent, not expecting that even Jing Feng would think Mu Yichen had mental issues when they were so close.

Helian Hao, still innocently oblivious to Qin Mu’s expression, continued, ”Look at him now, sometimes he cracks a cold joke, laughs when it’s time to laugh, how different from before, right?”

Did they both have incomplete childhoods?

Qin Mu wondered if her family was her obstacle; therefore, was she Mu Yichen’s obstacle?

Qin Mu turned her head to look at the balcony, where Mu Yichen was smoking and talking about something with Jing Feng. His profile was very handsome, and she felt an urge to go over and touch it.

Her heart inexplicably stirred!

Mu Yichen occasionally glanced towards the sofa inside where the woman was sitting, and just as their eyes met, he looked intently inside to make sure Qin Mu was alright.

Qin Mu simply smiled knowingly, then turned back to Helian Hao and said, ”We’re both normal now, aren’t we?”

”You two? I suppose so!”

Helian Hao gave a serious answer after some thought.

Thinking to himself, not at all!

A singing competition program was playing on the TV in the room, and suddenly an old song started, and the surroundings fell quiet.

The two women sat shoulder to shoulder, listening to the old song together.

Old songs are like aged wine! After many years, they become more mellow and rich.

Jing Feng and Mu Yichen seemed to have heard it too. They put out their cigarettes and walked back in from the balcony casually, standing behind the sofa with hands naturally in their pockets, watching the TV.

The song ”Later” by Liu Ruoying slowly made its way into their hearts.

However, this song was sung by a very young and sweet girl. Perhaps because both her face and voice were excessively sweet, the song didn’t have the same depth of flavor.

In the hearts of the four of them, it was actually Liu Ruoying’s voice they heard, sinking into the memories of their seventeenth year.

Together, apart, and together again.

Ever since they came of age, they’ve continuously experienced the taste of their togetherness and separateness deep in their hearts.

Jing Feng walked behind the sofa and gently rested his hand on Helian Hao’s shoulder.

Mu Yichen, however, still stood there, and it was a long time before he lowered his eyes to look toward the body that was as stiff as his.

By then, they had already parted!

Even though he occasionally flew to Paris to see her, in her heart, he no longer belonged to her.

To her, he was just a memory.

Later, for a long time, every time Mu Yichen went to find her, her heart was hurt once again, and it took a long time to heal.

At that time, she also wondered if there were other women who kept Mu Yichen from feeling lonely over the years.

By then, she had gradually begun to understand love, but she was afraid to be clear about it, so she let go bit by bit amidst the tears, enduring, abiding.

Then, she thought, if only they would never meet again!

How wonderful that would be!

There would be no more pain; let Mu Yichen become a cinnabar mole on her chest, forever and ever, existing only in memory.

But being in a memory, where is the joy of living together?

Later!

After they left their apartment, the two drove to a nearby fountain square. Many people were exercising there, and they followed the crowd, walking slowly.

Her hand gently wrapped around Mu Yichen’s arm, she suddenly said with a smile, ”I really want to run with them.”

”Can you even run? Otherwise, should I carry you?”