"Zihan, Lin 'er, good morning!" Zhao Xinyu stepped forward and greeted the siblings with a smile. That gentle smile seemed inexplicably warm to people who had been in a haze for a few days. That was what Feng Jing Lin thought at the time.
"Aunt Lin, why didn't you tell me that Miss Zhao was here?”For some reason, Feng Zihan's attitude was shockingly strict.
"Ah! Auntie Lin told me that you guys were still asleep. I didn't want to disturb you, so I chose to wait here. Zihan, don't blame Aunt Lin." It wasn't that Zhao Xinyu didn't see the displeasure in Feng Zihan's eyes, so she immediately explained. Feng Zihan did not pursue the matter.
"Oh right, Lin 'er. Morning! I just passed by Shuxin Shop and bought your favorite cheesecake. I hope you like it." After explaining, Zhao Xinyu turned to Feng Jinglin, making it seem as if she was only here to deliver a cake to someone.
"Oh." Feng Jing Lin, who had long recovered from her shock, had the same indifferent expression on her face as Feng Zihan. He replied with a single tone and walked towards the kitchen. He no longer paid attention to the two people in the living room.
" Zihan..." Zhao Xinyu looked at Feng Jing Lin, who had left with an indifferent expression, and felt extremely disappointed. She wanted to ask Feng Zihan what had happened, but when she turned her head and saw Feng Zihan's unusually gloomy face, she subconsciously jumped in shock and even forgot what she wanted to say.
"Follow me to the study!" His voice wasn't loud, but it was full of authority, making people not dare to disobey.
Just like that, Feng Jinglin sat numbly on the kitchen counter and ate the breakfast that Aunt Lin had prepared for her. The sunlight shone on her face through the French windows, creating a layer of halo. Auntie Lin, who was busy in the kitchen, looked at Feng Jinglin, who had obviously lost weight and talked less these days. Her heart ached. After all, she had brought up the two siblings since they were young and had long treated them as her own children. Now that she saw the child she treated as her own so sad, the sympathy in her heart was no less than Feng Zihan's.
"Miss, I made some lavender tea. Want some?"
"Yes. Thank you." Feng Jinglin, who heard Aunt Lin's call, shifted her gaze back to the French window and looked at the tea leaves floating in the teacup leisurely.
"Miss, you've lost weight recently."
Hearing Aunt Lin's words, Feng Jinglin subconsciously raised her hand to touch her chin and smiled calmly." Really? Maybe I've been busy recently!"
"Young Master has also lost weight! Did you notice?" Auntie Lin smiled lovingly, but her brows were filled with sadness.
"Is that so? " I'm sorry…" Feng Jing Lin lowered her eyes guiltily. Yes, she had been in pain for the past few days, but Feng Zihan had suffered as well.
"Aunt Lin didn't mean to blame you. Lin 'er, my greatest wish is not how outstanding you become or how successful Young Master becomes. I only hope that you can be happy!”Aunt Lin held Feng Jing Lin's hand and was shocked for a moment. The room temperature was so warm, but her hand was as cold as water.
"You…know?" Feng Jinglin looked at Aunt Lin in shock, her eyes filled with uneasiness from having her secret discovered.
"Don't be afraid. It doesn't matter whether Aunt Lin knows or not. I hope that you can live in peace in this family and don't hide your secrets. This was home, a place where he could open his heart and let go of his burdens. I hope that you can have a sense of belonging here. I think this is what Young Master has always been doing!”
Aunt Lin's words were similar to Zhou Yifan's. Unknowingly, there were so many people who were worried about their own happiness. So many people saw Feng Zihan, who had been waiting for him for a long time.
Suddenly, Feng Jinglin felt a sense of happiness. She knew what had happened in the past, and she knew that so many people loved her. She suddenly felt grateful to God for allowing her to come to this warm and loving home. She met Zhou Yifan, her parents, Aunt Lin, and…Feng Zihan.
"Aunt Lin. Thank you. I want to be alone."
"Alright."
Feng Jing Lin got up and walked to the garden alone. She walked to the navel orange tree beside the pool. The sapling had already opened, and some branches had already formed small flower buds. Feng Jing Lin cherished this fragile life, then took two steps back and sat down on the wooden chair beside the pool. She looked up at the small tree she had carefully taken care of and began to sort out what had happened in the past few days.
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