If You Could Hear My Heart-Chapter 1336: Still Remember the First Meeting

His lips curved slightly upwards, and his smile was as bright as sunshine.

"Shen Chi, you promised to stay with me for a lifetime, I only have you," Xu Chaomu tightened her embrace around his neck.

Shen Chi could not miss the choked tone in her voice as he held her close, kissing her eyebrows and eyes, "I will always be by your side."

...

The day they said goodbye to Chenglang, Xu Chaomu ultimately lacked the courage to go; she sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, silently watching the green trees and grass outside.

The sky that day was overcast, as if it was about to rain at any moment.

Xu Chaomu had been sitting since morning, her mind entirely filled with Nie Chenglang, unable to forget.

From then on, he would only live in her memory, which perhaps counted as eternity...

Shen Chi didn’t go anywhere; he was always there with her.

Xu Chaomu’s emotions were relatively stable, probably because she had cried all her tears on the day Nie Chenglang left.

"The spring grass can rebirth year after year, but he will never return," Xu Chaomu murmured.

Shen Chi sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders: "He taught you to be strong and optimistic, so in the future, do not let down his expectations."

"Shen Chi... when we have time later, could you accompany me to Paris? He can no longer be with me..."

"I promise you."

"I miss the days with him so much, you have no idea. He was like a brother from my hometown; with him around, I was never afraid of you bullying me," Xu Chaomu spoke, her emotions surging.

Her eyes brimmed with tears, hazily gazing out of the window.

From their first encounter to the farewell, scenes of the past emerged one after another before her eyes.

I remember when we first met, he stood alone against the wind, clad in a black coat, noble as a jade, with a light rain falling by his side. His slender fingers held an umbrella, distinctly articulate, calm and unruffled.

In the willowy evening breeze, he extended his hand to her, his smile as gentle as the clear breeze after the moon emerges.

His long fingers reached out, softly saying, "Come, give me your hand, I’ll help you up."

The warmth of his palm was like a gentle breeze in early spring, slightly intoxicating.

Everything was excellent, and time was extremely slow.

That night, without moonlight, amidst the fine misty rain, she felt a warmth as sweet as honey.

But now... the man who brought her warmth has left, forever.

Xu Chaomu stared outside the window, sitting quietly.

The breeze blew, and the fragrance of the nearby fruit woods slowly drifted in, bringing a subtle aroma, just like a memory, distant and extended.

A few minutes later, the sky began to drizzle finely.

The rain was just like back then; Xu Chaomu stretched out her hand, and rain threads precisely landed in her palm, lightly falling, thread by thread cool.

Her eyes turned misty, her pupils coated with a layer of moisture.

She kept her hand outstretched, letting the rain fall into her palm.

Shen Chi quietly accompanied her, knowing well that words couldn’t comfort her at this moment, only the deepest and most enduring companionship could.

He sat with her continually, and in the future, he would always be by her side, letting her know that he would always be there.

When Lu Feili came back to the country, she gave Shen Chi a call.

"President Shen, thank you for choosing that place in West Suburb, the scenery is very beautiful, Chenglang would like it," she spoke and began to cry.

"It’s nothing much, just a modest contribution," Shen Chi replied apologetically.

Compared to Nie Chenglang’s life, this really wasn’t much.

He would always remember Nie Chenglang’s entrustment to him, and this was the best way to repay Nie Chenglang, as only this could give Nie Chenglang peace of mind.

"Thank you," Lu Feili said her thanks again, "take good care of Chaomu... and if possible, bring Xiaobao to see Chenglang sometime."

"Sure."

"Thank you."

Lu Feili hung up the phone, and by now it was already evening in the United States, and the sky was dark and the temperature had dropped quite a bit.

Shen Chi draped a blanket over Xu Chaomu and whispered, "What would you like to eat? I’ll make it for you."

"I want noodles," blurted out Xu Chaomu.

There were no secrets between them; Shen Chi knew that the first time Xu Chaomu met Nie Chenglang, Nie Chenglang made him a bowl of noodles.

Shen Chi nodded, "Okay."

The rain kept falling, and the wind picked up slightly; amidst the night in a foreign land, Xu Chaomu’s longing drifted far away.

...

A few days later, Xiao Mo’s injuries had healed significantly, and Shen Chi, accompanied by Xu Chaomu and Xiaobao, went to visit him.

Xiaobao was especially happy to hear that they were going to see Uncle Xiao Mo because he knew that Uncle Xiao Mo often sent him nice things from abroad.

"Xiaobao, take this!" Shen Chi handed the fruit basket to Xiaobao.

"Hey, he’s still little, he can’t carry it. If he falls, let’s see if you’d feel sorry," Xu Chaomu huffed.

"We’re already at the door, it’s fine, let him hold it." Shen Chi handed the fruit basket to Xiaobao again.

Xiaobao grabbed the small basket tightly; fortunately, it wasn’t too heavy.

But the little guy couldn’t carry it after a few steps; he blinked his eyes, placed the basket on the ground, and kicked it forward.

Sitting on the sofa reading, Xiao Mo immediately spotted the cute Xiaobao earnestly moving the fruit basket with his head down.

That serious demeanor was just like Shen Chi’s.

"Uncle Xiao Mo, hello." Xiaobao finally managed to move the basket in front of Xiao Mo. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Xiao Mo immediately scooped him up and kissed him: "Finally, I see you, you’ve grown so much. Do you miss Uncle Xiao Mo?"

"I miss..." Xiaobao looked at him, his big eyes turning round and round.

"Then tell me, who is handsomer? Uncle Xiao Mo or your dad?" Xiao Mo coaxed.

Shen Chi gave Xiao Mo a glance that read "asking for a beating."

"Both are handsome," Xiaobao said.

Xu Chaomu laughed; the little guy really knew how to make people happy.

"Xiaobao can really talk," Xiao Mo was particularly pleased, surprised by how smart the little guy was, "Do you love your dad?"

Xiaobao shyly glanced at Shen Chi, who gave him a look that said "dare to talk nonsense and I’ll throw you out to feed the wolves."

"I really love him." Xiaobao said in a soft, milky voice.

Xiao Mo couldn’t stop laughing, this little guy was really too clever.

"Mr. Shen, your son is very clever, smarter than you emotionally; now I can rest assured," Xiao Mo cheekily said.

"That’s because his mom’s emotional intelligence is high." Shen Chi hooked his lips and wrapped his arm around Xu Chaomu’s waist.

Xu Chaomu was pleasantly surprised; Shen Chi was actually complimenting her, and she thought he was going to be sarcastic again.

However, the next second, Shen Chi smiled and said: "Of course, intelligence is more important than emotional intelligence."

Xiao Mo said: "You can’t just decide that, I’ll ask Xiaobao. Xiaobao, do you think your mom is smart or your dad?"

Xiaobao scratched his head, looking troubled as Uncle Xiao Mo always asked him weird questions.

Shen Chi couldn’t stand it anymore, and snatched Xiaobao from Xiao Mo’s arms with disdain: "If you like kids that much, have your own."

"Hey! Stingy," Xiao Mo also gave him a glance, really stingy.

Xu Chaomu laughed, it was rare to be on the same side as Shen Chi: "Yeah, have your own."

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