Su Qingsang slept uneasily. She had been dreaming all night about childhood things.
She could not remember exactly how old she was when she had envied Su Peizhen getting to call Li Qianxue âmom.â
One day, when Li Qianxue was sitting on the sofa, Su QIngsang had walked over to her on her short legs and called her âMother.â It was like a bomb had gone off. Li Qianxue, who had been resting, suddenly widened her half-closed eyes.
The fierce eyes swept across Su Qingsangâs face, impolitely. âWho is your mother? Why are you calling me mother?â
Su Qingsang had never seen Li Qianxue like that. For a moment, she was frightened and did not dare to move.
Just then, Su Peizhen came in, having heard everything. She rushed to Su Qingsang and gave her a hard push.
âGet lost, you dirty girl. This is my mother, not yours.â
Su Qingsang was pushed to the ground, but Su Peizhen still thought she needed to be hurt worse. She came forward and stared at her cockily.
âYou are nothing, but an unwanted child and my mother let you stay here only out of pity. Youâd better know your place. This is my mother, not yours.â
Su Qingsang was scared as she watched the mother and daughter go away. She had never said the word mother after that.
Later, after Su Yuxin was born, Li Qianxue and her children often sat in the garden in their spare time. Su Peizhen read a book next to Li Qianxue who lulled Su Yuxin.
The scene was as beautiful as a picture, but she was not in it.
The longing for her mother she had had when she was a child had faded away when she realized she could not fit into that picture.
âQingsang? Qingsang?â
Huo Jinyao woke up in the middle of his sleep when he realized the person next to him was not sleeping well. He turned on the bedside lamp, only to find Su Qingsang in tears.
How could he sleep after that? He woke up immediately and said, âQingsang, wake up.â
Su Qingsang slowly opened her eyes. For a moment, she thought she was in a dream, looking at Huo Jinyao blankly.
âSweetheart, whatâs the matter?â
Huo Jinyao had seldom seen Su Qingsang shed tears since they had been together. Once, she had cried for Zhang Mei. It was the first time that she had shed tears in her sleep though
Su Qingsang woke up slowly as she saw Huo Jinyaoâs eyes.
She blinked and shook her head. âIâm fine. Just a dream.â
âWhat dream?â Asked Huo Jinyao. She didnât answer, and Huo Jinyao hugged her waist tightly. He said, âDreams are not real. Donât take it seriously.â
Su Qingsang cuddled up against his chest, thinking of her dream, and laughed lightly. âNever mind. Itâs nothing.â
Huo Jinyao understood that she did not want to tell him. He kissed her on the cheek and said, âThen sleep. It is still early.â
âYeah.â Su Qingsang turned over and picked a comfortable position in his arms. She closed her eyes.
Huo Jinyao thought she was falling asleep when he suddenly heard her voice.
âActually, it would not be bad if she was really my mother. Itâd be good.
âIâve wanted a mother for a long time.
âHuo Jinyao, I believeââ
Other words failed her. Huo Jinyao, however, knew what she was going to say.
Looking at her sleeping face, he felt sorry for the poor girl. He tightened the hand on her waist a little and, leaning forward, he gave her a kiss on the lips.
Su Qingsang, half asleep, frowned again as he kissed her, but only for a moment. She turned over to continue to sleep.
She had become accustomed to his arms and would not easily wake up. Huo Jinyaoâs heart melted into a pool of water.
He kissed the top of her head again and then fell asleep with her in his arms.