For two years, he had been away. Upon returning, he hadn’t even had the chance to say to her, "Be my girlfriend." She had already bashfully told him that she had fallen for a boy in the class next door.
Over the years, he came back to his country many times. He initially thought her crush was just a fleeting young love, but he never imagined she would hold onto it for six years.
She chased after that boy from middle school to university, and now to SE, unwilling to relent.
Thus, the ideal he had stored away when he first met her turned into a secret, hidden away carefully without a trace ever showing.
He once thought that perhaps life would continue . Even if she didn’t love him, as long as he could control his feelings and stay by her side, he would be content.
Until he recently learned in America that her life was a mess. He hurried back, and after getting off the plane and returning to the "Imperial Palace," he, having a severe cleanliness obsession, forgot to lock the door and went straight to take a shower. That led to the moment she broke in uninvited.
At that time, he was indeed a bit angry.
Angry that she had sold her body in such a way, even though he was the one she had succumbed to.
But later, he was rather grateful.
Truly grateful, grateful he was the legend, grateful he was Enson, grateful for the heavens arranging that twist of fate. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have had the chance to secure a place next to her.
He was extremely grateful, grateful for that night when he lost his reason in a moment of heat. Even now, it felt like a dream to him. He hadn’t expected she would so easily become his woman.
Although he understood that it didn’t mean anything, her heart still held no place for him. She didn’t even know that the man to whom she gave herself was him, Li Qingshen. Yet, he still wanted, without regrets, to hold onto whatever little time he could, to stay by her side.
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When Ling Momo had finished copying out Mozart’s serenade a hundred times, it was already seven in the evening.
In early summer, the weather in X City was extremely unpredictable. It began to rain heavily outside, making it impossible to return home, so Li Qingshen arranged for her to stay in the bedroom on the second floor.
Li Qingshen liked living a solitary life. Without any servants in the villa, Ling Momo opened the refrigerator and found that besides instant noodles, there was only bottled water.
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With the wild storm outside making a trip to the supermarket out of the question, Ling Momo resorted to using what she had on hand and cooked some instant noodles.
Just as Ling Momo finished cooking the noodles, Li Qingshen came downstairs.
Ling Momo eagerly served the noodles, placing them on the table. She beamed with a full smile and said to Li Qingshen, "Teacher, let’s eat."
Li Qingshen stared at the steaming instant noodles, his eyes reflecting a strange glimmer, and then he pulled out the chair at the dining table and sat down facing Ling Momo.
Li Qingshen ate with an elegant deliberate grace, slowly chewing with careful savor.
There was a quietness where not a single sound was made.
Ling Momo ate gingerly alongside him.
After the meal, Li Qingshen went straight upstairs. Ling Momo washed the dishes, then sat in the living room and casually turned on the TV, flipping through channels at random.