Chapter 142 - 142 No Picture of Her
You Are My Only Sunshine
âWhat are you going to do?â Mo Jun asked him with a mix of anticipation and surprise.
The others were similarly curious about what he intended to do.
âLetâs talk about it when we get back,â Hao Yansen said, glancing at her hands, his current priority was to tend to her wounds.
âWhat about this?â Bai Lang pointed at the urn in his hand.
Hao Yansen tossed the item to Shang Shi and said coldly, âPut it back, restore everything as it was.â
âUnderstood!â
And just like that, the urn was reburied.
However, as they were about to leave, Lin Feng suddenly bowed deeply toward Yun Xiangâs grave with great reverence, âMiss Yun, I apologize for not having visited you over these years. Rest assured, I have found your true daughter and I will protect her well in the future, and I will definitely not let those who hurt her get away with it!â
Hearing Lin Fengâs words, Mo Jun and the others fell silent.
Staring at Yun Xiangâs gravestone, Mo Jun felt a mix of emotions.
Was she really her motherâ¦n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Words from Mo Zhenggang had caused her to doubt everything, but she felt she was indeed her daughter.
Yun Long also stared curiously at Yun Xiangâs gravestone.
He found it strange, âHow come thereâs no photo?â
He had wanted to see what this elder with the same surname as him looked like.
Indeed, Yun Xiangâs gravestone didnât have her photo; it only had words.
Speaking of this, Hao Yansen also found it strange, âIn our investigation, we didnât find any photos of Miss Yun either.â
At his words, everyone felt puzzled.
Indeed, how could they not find her photo?
âDoes the Mo Family have one?â Lin Feng asked Mo Jun, âIf there is, Iâd like to enlarge it and offer incense to Miss Yun every day.â
Mo Jun shook her head, âIt seems there isnât one, Iâve never seen it.â
Lin Feng became angry, âThat bastard Mo Zhenggang didnât even keep a photo of Miss Yun!â But he quickly turned triumphant again.
âHowever, luckily, I still remember Miss Yunâs face, it hasnât slipped my mind at all after all these years. In this world, probably only I remember what she looked like. So I must not let her image vanish, I plan to go back and draw her from memory!â
âDraw her from memory?â Yun Long was taken aback.
âYes!â Lin Feng nodded with conviction, âIâll draw her with that pencil technique!â
ââ¦Thatâs called sketching,â Shang Shi couldnât help but interject.
Lin Feng had an epiphany, âRight, sketching. Iâve decided, thatâs what Iâll do. As soon as I get back, Iâll start drawing.â
The excited Lin Feng couldnât wait to begin.
But everyone looked at him skeptically.
This unreliable uncle, who didnât even know the word âsketching,â could he really sketch?
Regardless if you believe it or not, they didnât!
â¦
After confirming that the grave and the ashes werenât that of her child, Mo Jun felt much better.
Now she had more hope, perhaps her child was still alive.
With hope, one naturally becomes more spirited.
Once in the car, and as Hao Yansen was using mineral water and a first aid kit to clean her wounds, she was actually smiling.
Gently wiping her fingers with gauze, Hao Yansen asked in a deep voice, âWhatâs so funny?â
Mo Jun looked at him and felt increasingly happy, âItâs just that Iâm in a very good mood.â
âBecause the child might still be alive?â
âYes.â
âIs that all?â Hao Yansen raised an eyebrow. Normally, her good mood was always because of him, wasnât it?
He had thought this time was the same.
âOf course itâs not just thatâ¦â