Chapter 142: Chapter 142 No Picture of Her
“What are you going to do?” Mo Jun asked him with a mix of anticipation and surprise.
The others were similarly curious about what he intended to do.
“Let’s talk about it when we get back,” Hao Yansen said, glancing at her hands, his current priority was to tend to her wounds.
“What about this?” Bai Lang pointed at the urn in his hand.
Hao Yansen tossed the item to Shang Shi and said coldly, “Put it back, restore everything as it was.”
And just like that, the urn was reburied.
However, as they were about to leave, Lin Feng suddenly bowed deeply toward Yun Xiang’s grave with great reverence, “Miss Yun, I apologize for not having visited you over these years. Rest assured, I have found your true daughter and I will protect her well in the future, and I will definitely not let those who hurt her get away with it!”
Hearing Lin Feng’s words, Mo Jun and the others fell silent.
Staring at Yun Xiang’s gravestone, Mo Jun felt a mix of emotions.
Was she really her mother…
Words from Mo Zhenggang had caused her to doubt everything, but she felt she was indeed her daughter.
Yun Long also stared curiously at Yun Xiang’s gravestone.
He found it strange, “How come there’s no photo?”
He had wanted to see what this elder with the same surname as him looked like.
Indeed, Yun Xiang’s gravestone didn’t have her photo; it only had words.
Speaking of this, Hao Yansen also found it strange, “In our investigation, we didn’t find any photos of Miss Yun either.”
At his words, everyone felt puzzled.
Indeed, how could they not find her photo?
“Does the Mo Family have one?” Lin Feng asked Mo Jun, “If there is, I’d like to enlarge it and offer incense to Miss Yun every day.”
Mo Jun shook her head, “It seems there isn’t one, I’ve never seen it.”
Lin Feng became angry, “That bastard Mo Zhenggang didn’t even keep a photo of Miss Yun!” But he quickly turned triumphant again.
“However, luckily, I still remember Miss Yun’s face, it hasn’t slipped my mind at all after all these years. In this world, probably only I remember what she looked like. So I must not let her image vanish, I plan to go back and draw her from memory!”
“Draw her from memory?” Yun Long was taken aback.
“Yes!” Lin Feng nodded with conviction, “I’ll draw her with that pencil technique!”
“…That’s called sketching,” Shang Shi couldn’t help but interject.
Lin Feng had an epiphany, “Right, sketching. I’ve decided, that’s what I’ll do. As soon as I get back, I’ll start drawing.”
The excited Lin Feng couldn’t wait to begin.
But everyone looked at him skeptically.
This unreliable uncle, who didn’t even know the word ‘sketching,’ could he really sketch?
Regardless if you believe it or not, they didn’t!
After confirming that the grave and the ashes weren’t that of her child, Mo Jun felt much better.
Now she had more hope, perhaps her child was still alive.
With hope, one naturally becomes more spirited.
Once in the car, and as Hao Yansen was using mineral water and a first aid kit to clean her wounds, she was actually smiling.
Gently wiping her fingers with gauze, Hao Yansen asked in a deep voice, “What’s so funny?”
Mo Jun looked at him and felt increasingly happy, “It’s just that I’m in a very good mood.”
“Because the child might still be alive?”
“Is that all?” Hao Yansen raised an eyebrow. Normally, her good mood was always because of him, wasn’t it?
He had thought this time was the same.
“Of course it’s not just that…”