Five years have passed, and the seventeen-year-old girl has transformed into a twenty-two-year-old woman.
Her eyes remain clear.
She still appears unscathed, untouched by hardship, nurtured with great care.
She bore him a child, her figure changing from the slenderness of a maiden to a more ample shape.
...He just measured it with his own hands.
His Wanwan, unbeknownst to him, has blossomed completely from a budding flower.
A beauty beyond comparison.
And he...
Lu Ziyuan felt his whole body heat up, a dense feeling of tenderness rising from deep within his heart, longing to hold the girl before him tightly, to merge her into his being.
Suppressing the sudden impulse, Lu Ziyuan pursed his lips, "Do you think the same as our son?"
"..."
Seeing his demeanor, Xie Wanqing thought he was going to kiss her, and hesitated, "What...?"
Lu Ziyuan assumed she was pretending not to know.
His heart was restless, and he grabbed her hand, pressing it to his face, "Do you also think I am aged and haggard, quite old?"
"..." Xie Wanqing was silent again, her fingers slowly sliding from his face to the white strands at his temples.
There was only a two-year age difference between them.
A few years ago, he used to pride himself on being young, strong, and full of mocking words for Pei Yuqing.
Calling him an old man, calling him a sickly one.
And yet, only five years have passed...
He has become so sensitive.
Xie Wanqing hesitated for a moment, causing the man’s expression to darken, and she was immediately startled, hastily saying, "Not old, not old."
As she spoke, she carefully examined his face, becoming more satisfied with every look. She finally tilted her face up, planting several kisses on his chin, "Very handsome, no one is as good-looking as you."
A mother is truly different, skilled in soothing people.
Lu Ziyuan’s sensitive and uncomfortable heart was instantly calmed by her.
"Continue..." He squinted his eyes slightly, "Wanwan, continue."
Xie Wanqing: "..."
She swallowed, her hands cradling his face, slowly sliding down from his brow to his nose, and finally over his defined jaw, reaching into his shirt.
Lu Ziyuan didn’t stop her the whole time, his eyes slightly squinted, fixed on her without blinking.
As if searching her face for the slightest trace of unwillingness.
But there was none.
Xie Wanqing felt no reluctance; from the first glance, she had wanted to touch him to see how much weight he had lost.
At this moment, her hand reached inside his shirt.
She touched his chest, his heart beating fast.
Strong and steady.
Yet she recalled the dream where he held his chest and spat blood.
Panicked, Xie Wanqing couldn’t resist pressing forcefully against his chest, bluntly questioning, "Do you have a heart condition?"
Lu Ziyuan was taken aback.
Unexpectedly, she has a knack for sensing his heart problem just by touch?
Soon, his expression darkened again, thinking of something.
For what other reason.
That sickly guy has a heart condition too, doesn’t he?
Perhaps...
Xie Wanqing didn’t have mind reading technique, didn’t know his secret jealousy. Seeing him say nothing, her anxiety grew and her temper flared as she suddenly overpowered him, pressing harshly against his chest and demanding, "Speak! Is your heart condition very serious? Does it affect your life expectancy?"
She appeared anxious, filled with unconcealed concern.
It was the kind of concern that Lu Ziyuan thought he would never receive in this lifetime.
He reached to support her waist, lying there smiling up at her, "Worried about me?"