After Situ Kun left, Ming Xiche continued to stand by the window. He had many things to think about, but what he thought about most was about Ling Xinxue.
"Master."
The housekeeper walked to Ming Xiche's side, put his hands in front of him, bent down and spoke respectfully.
"Um."
Ming Xiche nodded in response.
"Master, dinner is ready. Should you serve it to the lady or ask her to come down for dinner?"
The housekeeper knew that Ming Xiche was worried about the eldest lady, and he didn't know whether to tell the young master. As the old housekeeper of the Ming family, he had heard some of it from Ming Xiche's father.
"Are you ready?"
Ming Xiche looked back at the housekeeper, who nodded lightly.
"I'll send it up."
Ming Xiche believed that Ling Xinxue would not come down, so he might as well send him up to see how Ling Xinxue was doing now. Did the child who liked to disguise himself sit on the balcony as sad and lost in this dark night as he did that day?
Unable to extricate myself from the painful memories.
"Okay, I'll ask the servant to help the young master take it upstairs."
In fact, the housekeeper had already guessed that Ming Xiche would take dinner upstairs to eat with the young lady, so he had asked the servant to put the dinner on the tray and prepared for the servant to go upstairs with the young master.
"No, bring the dinner and I'll serve it myself."
Ming Xiche didn't want others to see Ling Xinxue's sad look.
"Okay, then I'll ask the servant to bring dinner to the young master."
The housekeeper went to the kitchen and ordered the servants to deliver dinner to Ming Xiche. Ming Xiche carried the dinner and walked outside Ling Xinxue's bedroom door.
At this time, one was standing there quietly, and the other was sitting on the balcony looking at the bright moon outside the window. Time seemed to have stopped at this moment.
The white moonlight shines on Ling Xinxue's body. The dress that she has not yet changed makes people feel that Ling Xinxue is like an angel walking down to earth under the moonlight. The breeze blows through her long hair, skirt and window screen.
With.
Ming Xiche took a deep breath. He raised his hand and gently pushed open Ling Xinxue's bedroom door. As expected, Ling Xinxue was sitting on the balcony in a daze in silence.
"Xiao Xi."
Ming Xiche called Ling Xinxue softly. He really couldn't bear to break this atmosphere.
"Um?"
Ling Xinxue slowly turned around and saw Ming Xiche walking towards her with dinner.
"Are you thinking about today?"
Ming Xiche put the dinner on the coffee table, walked to Ling Xinxue and stretched out her hand. Ling Xinxue lowered her head and looked at Ming Xiche's hand.
"Brother Xiche, why are you so nice to me?"
Ling Xinxue had always wanted to ask this question. Although she had already guessed what Ming Xiche's answer would be, she still wanted to ask.
"because I love you."
Ming Xiche answered Ling Xinxue without thinking, with a pair of serious eyes and a word of affirmation.
"oh."
He had already guessed that Ling Xinxue's answer might be indifferent or might change, but when he heard a faint voice, Ming Xiche felt really sad. He really wanted to drag Ling Xinxue off the balcony and domineeringly
He held her in his arms and lowered his head to kiss Ling Xinxue's pink lips.
"Why did Brother Xiche fall in love with me? Is Xiao Xi worthy of your love?"
She has nothing now. Thinking back to Ming Xiche and realizing that everything seems to be a dream now, she died miserably under his car when they met by chance. His indifference in the hospital is still imprinted in her mind.
Here, he seemed to be two different people then and now.