An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 98 Death Anniversary (Part 2)

The setting sun hung low on the western side of an unnamed mountain peak in the distance. Looking into the distance, the western sky was painted with a tapestry of orange and pale purple hues.

Colorful clouds drift lazily across the sky, creating a picturesque scene against the backdrop of mountains.

Sometimes they float serenely, sometimes they flow lightly, adding a touch of mystery and romance to the sky.

Those were the colorful clouds that my mother longed for most, the colorful clouds in the west.

Huo Qingshan aimlessly admired the natural beauty before him, his gaze unfocused.

After a very long time, he finally managed to squeeze out a few words through his teeth: "Mom, I'm sorry, please don't blame me."

The cold wind ruffled the man's collar and then lashed against his struggling, pained face.

"Your last words to me before you left were: 'Qingshan, don't hate your father. Your mother doesn't regret it. If I could do it all over again, I would still make the same choice.'"

Qingshan, after Mom leaves, you must take good care of yourself and do what you love. Mom hopes you can always be happy.

“So…”, he paused, then continued, “You will understand my choice, right? I don’t hate him anymore, and I… made the choice I liked, and I’m happy now.”

His voice trembled, tinged with uncertainty.

The moon pushed aside the setting sun, and night gradually enveloped Nanyu Mountain.

He sat silently on the mountain and never spoke again.

He was not good with words, but simply kept company in silence.

……

When Huo Qingshan returned to the camp, it was nearly 11:30 p.m. The entire dormitory area was almost completely dark.

A deathly blackness stretched across a cement road that was neither too narrow nor too wide. Huo Qingshan walked along this road toward the dormitory building.

His steps were unusually languid, neither hurried nor slow.

From afar... I could see a small, thin figure squatting on a large rock next to the dormitory building.

He hugged his knees with both hands, rested his chin on his knees, and shivered in the cold wind.

He immediately quickened his pace and walked towards the person, his steps finally gaining some firmness. The sound of his military boots hitting the ground was somewhat prominent in the quiet night, and the girl curled up in his field of vision instinctively looked up at the source of the sound.

Then he saw a pair of bright, sparkling eyes.

The starry sky wanted to ask her to lend it some of its brilliance, but she proudly raised her chin and said she would never lend it out, thus becoming the most dazzling scenery in the world with ease.

Her eyes were so bright and clear that Huo Qingshan often felt he had a sense of direction whenever he looked into them.

The girl jumped off the rock, opened her arms to him, and said, "Come here, let me hug you."

Without hesitation, he left the Milky Way behind and strode forward with determination.

She carefully reached her hands through his waist and then wrapped them completely around him, resting her chin on his right shoulder.

The next second, the man hugged the girl's shoulders tightly, the fabric of their clothes pressed together, his buttons embedded in the embrace of her coat, and the pearl decoration on her chest was completely hidden by his coat.

Soon, the two of them, whose coats were initially very cold, gradually felt warm where they touched.

He bent down to smell her hair. "Did you change your shampoo?"

"Yes, I also used the hair dryer you gave me."

"easy to use?"

"Easy to use."

He didn't ask her why she was waiting there, because he already knew the answer.

She already told him, Huo Qingshan, look how lucky you are.

Congratulations!

After a long while, Huo Qingshan glanced down at the time on his hand and chuckled softly, "What should we do? The dormitory is already closed."

"Aren't you the best at climbing walls? This shouldn't be difficult for you."

"I have a leave slip, I can just tell the staff on duty. I mean... what are you going to do?"

Meng Youyou: "..."