The expression on his face was very dull, almost expressionless.
But Xinluo could see a little curiosity and a little concern in his deep and bright dark eyes.
The little boy's facial features are extremely delicate, and are not inferior to the handsome An An.
No, his facial features are even more upright and profound than An An's.
It also looks bigger than An An.
She thought that when this child grew up, he would become a handsome man with deep features, attracting the attention of countless girls.
"Who bullied you? Why are you crying?"
The little boy spoke again, and by the way, he poked her arm, which felt soft and smooth.
"I... No one bullied me. I didn't cry."
Xinluo suddenly reacted, wiped the tears from her face with her hands, and forced a smile at the little boy.
My heart is pounding.
The place where the little boy poked it with his finger felt slightly hot.
This feeling is so real.
The boy in front of her with black hair and black eyes, who looked almost like a smaller version of Lu Yuchen, was not an illusion created by her excessive grief.
He actually exists.
Xinluo felt her mind was in a mess, her breathing was rapid, and her heart was beating very fast.
But no matter how chaotic, urgent or fast the situation was, she tried her best to remain calm on the surface.
"There's sand in my eyes, so I'm crying," she said, and gave the boy a sweet smile.
The little boy looked at her, and doubt flashed in his dark eyes.
He clearly saw that the woman was crying.
But why did she lie
Little Lu Qilin thought about it and probably felt that crying was shameful.
Adults all love to save face.
If she doesn't want to admit it, she would feel embarrassed if she exposed it herself, right
"Then I'll help you blow away the sand, and you won't shed tears."
After saying that, the little boy stretched out his arms and leaned them on Xinluo's shoulders.
He leaned forward and blew gently into her bright, misty peach blossom eyes.
"call-"
The gentle warm breeze gently blew Xinluo's curly eyelashes.
She felt as if somewhere in her heart, she was stabbed hard.
A sour feeling suddenly filled my nose.
My eyes suddenly turned red.
"Don't cry, the sand will be blown away."
The little boy didn't like seeing her tears, so he leaned over slightly and gently placed a kiss on her eyes before she could close them.
"Be good, don't cry."
He remembered that this was how adults coaxed children.
The sudden kiss completely stunned Xinluo.
From the moment the little boy appeared, she knew who he was.
She stood there in a daze, expressions of disbelief, surprise and excitement changing rapidly on her face.
She never expected that her first meeting with Youyou after four years of separation would be like this.
The little boy saw that she was stunned and thought she was frightened by his kiss.
He pursed his lips, his indifferent expression revealing no emotion.
But in fact, I was a little annoyed.
It turns out that she doesn't like her kisses.
No, maybe she just felt offended, not disliked it.
Just like myself, I don’t like others, especially strangers, to get close to me casually.
The little boy was making excuses for the woman in his heart.
Then he turned sideways and sat down next to the woman.
He said, “I’m just thanking you.”
His words woke Xinluo from her daze.
"Thanks to me..."
She had done so many bad things, why should he thank her
She is an irresponsible mother who abandoned him and left. What right does she have to be thanked by Youyou? (To be continued)