The innocent and sweet girl turned red at first glance, shattering her abstinent and domineering per

Lu Zhiheng stayed home to spend time with Wen Song, so he didn't go to the company today, and the scheduled meeting was changed to be held online.

After quickly washing up at Lu Zhiheng's house, Wen Song went home ahead of him.

Aunt Cao was preparing breakfast in the kitchen. After greeting her, she went straight to her room.

She thought Wen Miaomiao was still sleeping, but when she went in, she didn't see her on the bed.

"Miaomiao?"

She frowned suspiciously. Could it be that he woke up in the middle of the night, didn't see her, and went back to his own room?

With this guess in mind, Wen Song went to Wen Miaomiao's room again. However, to her surprise, Wen Miaomiao's room was empty, and the quilt was made neatly, with no trace of anyone sleeping there.

Wen Song started to get a little anxious, calling out Miao Miao's name as she walked towards the living room.

"Vast? Vast?"

Hearing the commotion, Aunt Cao hurried out of the kitchen. "Miss Wen, are you looking for Miaomiao? Isn't she sleeping in her room? Her door has been closed since I got up this morning."

Upon hearing this, Wen Song felt a sudden sense of unease.

Since moving to Yunjin Pavilion, Wen Miaomiao rarely goes out unless absolutely necessary, and disappearing without a word like this is something that has never happened before.

Remembering what she had said before, that she would leave this place one day, Wen Song's unease grew stronger.

Without thinking twice, she turned around and ran to knock on Lu Zhiheng's door.

Lu Zhiheng was listening to the department manager's report when the doorbell suddenly rang urgently. He frowned slightly, said "Wait a moment" to the people in the video, and got up to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Wen Song's panicked appearance came into his view.

"Lu Zhiheng, Miaomiao has disappeared! Miaomiao has disappeared!"

What does "disappeared" mean?

Lu Zhiheng had a vague idea of ​​what was going on, but he still couldn't quite believe it, after all, the girl was so lively and happy playing in the snow just yesterday.

Wen Song's eyes were red with anxiety. "We can't find her anywhere in the house. Her phone and everything are still here. Lu Zhiheng, do you think Miaomiao could be...?"

Wen Song didn't say the rest of her words. Her throat felt like it was choked by something, and she was afraid that if she continued to speak, she would burst into tears.

Lu Zhiheng was calmer than her. "It's okay, don't scare yourself. There are security cameras in the hallway, just turn them on and you'll know what happened."

Lu Zhiheng pulled Wen Song into the study. His first words upon entering were to announce that all meetings for the day would be postponed. He then bent down and opened the computer to view the complete surveillance video of the corridor.

The footage begins when Wen Song leaves home alone last night and continues to record the entire process of her returning home.

At first, Wen Song still harbored a faint hope, secretly comforting herself that maybe Miao Miao had just gone downstairs for a walk early in the morning and was not in the house for the time being.

But as the video played on, her self-deceiving thoughts shattered completely, inch by inch.

The surveillance footage clearly captured the entire corridor of the building. From last night until just now, the empty corridor was eerily quiet, and Wen Miaomiao's figure did not appear at all.

Unconsciously, Wen Song's fingertips tightened around Lu Zhiheng's palm, her throat tightened, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

"She's gone, really gone..."

Lu Zhiheng had long known this day would come, and he also knew how unacceptable it would be for Wen Song when it arrived.

But when he actually saw her with tears in her eyes, he couldn't find a single word of comfort or solace, no matter how many thoughts he had.

A thousand words stuck in my throat, and anything I said seemed pale and powerless.

Miaomiao will never come back. In the long years to come, Wensong will never see her again.

He could only tighten his arms, carefully pulling her into his embrace, his chin gently resting on the top of her head, his voice low and filled with heartache: "Songsong, cry if you want to. I know losing her makes you very sad, but remember, in this world, you will never be alone. I will always be here for you."

Wen Song really wanted to cry, especially after hearing Lu Zhiheng's words. Her tears were completely out of her control and flowed out uncontrollably.

"Waaah... Lu Zhiheng, I'll miss Miaomiao so much..."

"She was right next to me yesterday, how could she just disappear like that?"

"The little dolls she grabbed for me are still here, and I even promised to make her her favorite cookies this morning."

She pressed her cheek against Lu Shijing's chest, tears streaming down her face. Her speech was completely illogical, rambling on and on.

"She hasn't seen the group photo we took yet. She even said she'd pick the best one to hang on the photo wall later."

"She still has the nerve to call me a good mother, but she's not a good child at all. What kind of child leaves their mother without even saying goodbye..."

Wen Song became more and more heartbroken as she spoke, her fingertips tightly gripping Lu Zhiheng's shirt. She suddenly remembered the scene yesterday when Lu Zhiheng inexplicably called her "Mom" and hugged a pillow, saying she wanted to sleep with her. She belatedly realized, "No, actually there was a farewell. She was clearly saying goodbye to me all day yesterday."

"Waaaaah... Lu Zhiheng, it's all my fault for being slow to react. I'm so stupid that I didn't notice it in time."

Lu Zhiheng's shirt was soaked through; the warm tears seeped into the fabric and seeped into his skin, turning it cold.

At this moment, all he could do was silently listen to Wen Song and be an outlet for her emotional outpouring.

He gently patted her back again and again until she was finally exhausted from crying and lay listlessly against his chest. Only then did he soften his tone and speak gently, "Songsong, have you ever thought about why Miaomiao didn't say goodbye to you in person?"

Wen Song pouted and mumbled in a thick nasal voice, "She thinks I'm a crybaby and doesn't want to see me cry in front of her."

Lu Zhiheng raised his hand, gently cupping her flushed cheeks in his palm, and lifted her face, forcing her to look at him. "So, where exactly is Songsong, who is so clever, stupid? Since you can guess this, you should also be able to guess Miaomiao's true meaning, right?"

Wen Song felt a lump in his throat and a sour feeling welled up inside him. He lowered his eyes and refused to respond.

Lu Zhiheng gently kissed her swollen, red eyelids. "So, don't let Miaomiao down. Always be a strong Wen Song who loves life. That's how you won't let her down."

Wen Song later cried herself to sleep in Lu Zhiheng's arms, and in her drowsy state, she even had a dream.

In her dream, Wen Miaomiao was still wearing the down jacket she had worn yesterday, with a red scarf that Wen Song had knitted for her around her neck. She stood in the distance, waving and smiling at Wen Song.

Wen Song wanted to get close to her and talk to her, but she could never get close enough to her, and she was so anxious that she burst into tears.

The moment Wen Miaomiao saw her cry, the smile in her eyes vanished, replaced by deep disappointment. "Wen Song, why can't you shake this habit of crying? If you keep doing this, I won't choose you as my mother."

As she spoke, she backed away. Wen Song hurriedly chased after her, but accidentally slipped and lost her footing.

The sudden feeling of weightlessness pulled her violently, abruptly dragging her out of her dream.

She woke up suddenly, her chest heaving violently as she gasped for breath.

A large hand gently patted his back a few times. "What's wrong? Having a nightmare?"

The familiar voice calmed Wen Song's panic.

She looked up at Lu Zhiheng, who was holding her beside her, and forced back the bitterness in her heart. "Lu Zhiheng, I don't want to cry anymore. I will be strong and live a good life. When I meet Miaomiao again in the future, I can tell her with confidence that I have not let her down and that I am the best mother in her heart."