Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
How could that be true? If it weren’t for these two children… Su Qianci’s eyes dimmed, reaching out to touch her belly without speaking.
“Grandpa is old and can’t lose anyone anymore. Please live well, or bless me to go away in my sleep…”
“Grandpa.” Su Qianci interrupted his words, choking again. “Don’t say this.”
She had lost Li Sicheng, she couldn’t lose her grandpa. If even grandpa was gone, she would really be alone in the world. Her dearest grandpa and Li Sicheng…
The old man became speechless, looked at her, and said softly, “Come out for dinner. Your good friend has come to see you.”
“My good friend?”
“A young man surnamed Lu, polite and nice. I asked him to stay for dinner, and when you go out, we can start.” He looked at her lovingly, smiled and stood up. “Go wash, don’t let him laugh at you.”
Su Qianci was a bit stunned, and she nodded. When he went out, he closed the door behind him. She got up and saw that she was wearing a long-sleeved spring pajama. Li Sicheng picked it for her. When she lifted the quilt and sat up on the bed, she felt the ground and found that it was cold.
At this time, there should be a pair of big hands giving her a pair of fur slippers, while helping her get changed. He would warn her not to kick the shoes to the bottom of the bed next time. Su Qianci’s eyes became red. She reached out to find a pair of shoes under the bed, put them on, and entered the bathroom.
His towels, his toothbrush, his cup, his razor, his aftershave… all were well placed, clean and tidy.
Su Qianci glanced at them, and soon began to wash. Not having eaten well in the past few days, she didn’t have much strength. After the shower, she went into the cloakroom and opened the closet, which was full. Three-quarters of the clothes were hers, and his only accounted for a very small part.
Just when did she have so many outfits? When she just came here, she actually started with few clothes. The outfits here were all of the new season. There were a few pieces that she had worn, but most of them were brand new. After being washed, they were quietly hung there, and she never saw them.
She picked out a floral skirt suit that Li Sicheng had picked for her and put them on, but she could not zip herself up in the back. She realized that her body was already a bit cumbersome, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not pull the zipper up.
His low-pitched voice was still ringing in the ear, gently and softly. Su Qianci looked at the full wardrobe and only whispered, “Darling, zip me up. I can’t reach it.”
However, there was no response. Her heart was trembling, and the sudden pain made her almost breathless. In the future, no one would help change again. And no one would help her pull up the zipper. No one would suddenly appear when she was helpless, staring at her ever so softly, whispering: Sweetheart, come home.
“Darling, come home. I miss you.”