Chapter 8: Even You Are Happy Too
“Grandpa!” Mo Lixin cried out. “Why are you here?”
“Oh?” Ji Shibo chuckled. “I’m not welcomed here? Did I hear you wrong just now?”
“Father, it’s alright! Ji Nanfeng lost his memories!” Wei Xiulan answered merrily.
“That’s good!” Ji Shibo shouted. “Good! That’s good! Forgetting his memories is good! He won’t get entangled with that vile woman again!” Soon after, he felt that the words spoken seemed… wrong. He quickly shut his mouth.
“……..” Ji Nanfeng’s heart grew numb.
Grandpa, even you are happy too…
After careful consideration, it seems that only he was blind to Duan Anran’s poisonous behavior while his family had long seen through her covers. Even his grandfather who’d yet to meet Duan Anran already loathed her. Now that he’s lost his memories, his family joyously cheered on.
“Cough… cough…” Wei Xiulan’s cough reminded Ji Shibo to mind what he said.
“That… it’s alright.” Ji Shibo waved his hand as he stroked his greying beard. “But what are you all doing out here? Come in quickly! It’s cold outside! Though it’s a cold winter month despite it being March, it seems to be a good omen. Everyone is happy! As the saying goes, snow falls in March and happy times will soon follow.”
“Grandpa! How long have you been here? Why didn’t you call to tell me?” Mo Lixin smiled sweetly and grabbed hold of Ji Shibo’s arms.
“There’s nothing much to say about it. I’m only here for a short while.” Ji Shibo smiled back.
He loved this sweet granddaughter of his, but his grandson… he must be a brain dead fool… failing to see how good she is to him. It’s a shame really.
Maybe his amnesia will knock some sense into him!
“You must be hungry, grandpa! I’ll go ahead and prepare food. You go and lay back. I’ll call you when the meal is ready!” Entering her home, Mo Lixin hurriedly ran to the kitchen and quickly prepared the meal.
“Lixin, come back here! Go rest!” Wei Xiulan was distressed.
“It’s all right, mother. The doctor said Ji Nanfeng must eat on time each day!”
As Ji Nanfeng listened on, his lips tightened, saddened by what he’d heard. Saying nothing, he walked upstairs and pulled Mo Lixin with him.
Ji Shibo and Wei Xiulan could not respond immediately, but they seemed content as a smile slowly made their way to their lips.
Yeah… maybe that amnesia really knocked some sense into him.
They both thought.
… … …
In the study room on the second floor…
“Ji… Ji Nanfeng…” Mo Lixin said his name, confused why he brought her here.
“What did you call me?”
“Ji… Ji Nanfeng!” Mo Lixin replied doubtfully.
Ji Nanfeng gazed at her eyes. Though short, it seemed a long time.
Mo Lixin, I want you to know what you mean to me and how your name plays in my head over and over like a song on a never-ending repeat when I try to sleep at night after your sudden death…
Finally, he pulled her towards him and wrapped her in his embrace.
“Call me Nanfeng or Afeng. I don’t know what happened to us, but I hope that we can get along like a husband and wife should be.” He said softly, hugging her tightly like he’d never let go. “If I’ve upset you, I apologize… you don’t have to forgive me right now. I will use actions to provide that I will always remain good and faithful to you!. Don’t be so afraid of me.”
Mo Lixin did not know how to answer. If only he had been so good, if only he never remembers… but… is it possible that he’ll remember his lost memories one day? If that time comes, will she lose him again?
But she shouldn’t wish for too much.
For now, it’s good to see him like this.
She should be content.
“No! Nothing happened to us during that time period.” She lied. “You were very kind to me!”
At the corners of her eye, a droplet of tear slipped down her cheeks. It was small and unnoticeable and she thought she hid it well, but he saw the sadness in her starry eyes.
Ji Nanfeng felt a sense of powerlessness.
He’s too anxious and forward.
No, it’s alright.
As long as he takes this slowly, she’ll one day become the carefree and lively Mo Lixin he once knew.