But it was precisely that person who could bring bits and pieces of light into her dark world now. Her current demands were really not high, not at all. She just wanted that bit of light, even if it was for a brief moment.
Li Qingshen set off from X City at noon, and the journey was smooth. The trip from the urban area of X City to the countryside usually took at least two hours, but Li Qingshen managed to arrive in just forty minutes.
Ling Momo was squatting at the doorway earlier, but from a distance, she saw several cars driving over. The leading one was the Bugatti Veyron, Li Qingshen’s car. She couldn’t help but stand up.
The car came to a steady stop in front of her, then the door was pushed open, and Li Qingshen got out. His eyes were fixed on Ling Momo, his dark pupils shimmering as he quickly stepped towards her.
Ling Momo stood there stunned, the countryside in autumn was exceptionally beautiful, with fields laden with bountiful crops in the distance, but none of it could compare to the man who was stepping towards her at that moment.
When Li Qingshen stood in front of her, the cars behind also stopped. The first to get out was a man in a blue shirt and black sunglasses, followed by many men in black suits who descended and stood in a row, their expressions stern. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel-fire.net
The man in the blue shirt waved at the line of people, who then stood still. He alone walked towards where Ling Momo and Li Qingshen were standing.
Ling Momo quickly withdrew her gaze from the man in the blue shirt and looked at Li Qingshen, whose handsome appearance was extraordinary. She restrained the expression on her face and said, "Teacher, aside from you, I really don’t know who else to ask for help."
Her words were said in a somewhat pitiful manner, her pair of dark, large eyes filled with anxiety and sadness, causing Li Qingshen’s expression to change abruptly.
He stared at Ling Momo , seemingly soul-lost, and it was a long while before he belatedly realized something, a pure joy creeping over his face, then twisting into his heart’s core, entangling with the heartache to become one agony.
Painful, because the astonishingly beautiful Qingcheng he wished to put at the tip of his heart and dote on was looking so pitiful; joyful, because this little woman had thought to seek his help when she had no other choice.
Li Qingshen’s fingers trembled uncontrollably; he strove to remain calm and asked Ling Momo, "What happened?"
Ling Momo’s eyes reddened again as she led Li Qingshen toward the house. As they stepped into the courtyard, Li Qingshen saw the coffin, and his heart lurched violently several times as if struck by something.
Ling Momo’s great-grandmother, who was also Li Qingshen’s grandmother, came out of the house. Seeing Li Qingshen, she sighed and recounted the entire story in detail.
Ling Momo remained silent the whole time, standing obediently and cleverly aside. When great-grandmother spoke of how her great-grandfather had passed yet could not be buried smoothly, a mist veiled her eyes again.
Li Qingshen kept his gaze on her, a taste of unspeakable feelings in his heart. After finally listening to the grandmother finish speaking, he gently said, "Momo, stay at home with grandmother and rest. I’ll go take a look with Asheng."