Stealing the moonlight into my arms

Fu Runing looked at the red bean soup that was brought to her. She was surprised that the servants in Dongyuan were so efficient.

"Thank you."

She thanked him and took the spoon from Xiao Jingting. She sat on the sofa and took a tentative bite.

Xiao Jingting sat opposite her, observing her expression while she ate.

Fu Runing just tasted it first, chewing the soft and glutinous little dumplings. The familiar texture and taste made her raise her eyebrows.

The small dumplings in the ordinary red bean soup are just made of glutinous rice flour and starch, but the dumplings made by my father are made of yam paste and glutinous rice flour, and they are also stuffed. It is difficult to stuff such large dumplings with stuffing, but my father will put some red date paste in them.

It’s troublesome and time-consuming, but unique.

After eating this bowl of red bean soup today, it doesn’t seem so unique anymore.

Her mood inexplicably improved, and she casually joked, "Did someone else do it today? Which aunt did it? Next time I want to come to grandma's house and stay twice more."

Xiao Jingting looked at her for a moment, without saying much, and just followed her words and said: "You can eat it if you want."

Fu Runing nodded absentmindedly.

The two of them didn't speak again after that, and there was only the slight sound of the spoon and the porcelain bowl colliding.

Fu Runing finished the whole bowl of red bean soup.

Xiao Jingting took the empty bowl away. Fu Runing saw him walking out the door and asked, "Are you coming back to sleep?"

The man didn't answer her, but said calmly: "You go to sleep first."

After saying that, he turned the doorknob and walked out of the room.

Fu Runing washed up and returned to bed. She sat against the headboard with a light on. The warm yellow light made her feel less lonely.

In this huge Xiao family, the only person she was familiar with was Xiao Jingting.

The next morning.

When Fu Runing got up, everything in the room was the same as before, with no sign that anyone had returned.

Not long after, she found blood-stained gauze in the trash can in the bathroom.

The bloodstains on the gauze directly stimulated her optic nerves, and her fingers trembled unconsciously.

The Xiao family has its own rules. How could Xiao Hongshen allow Xiao Jingting to act so recklessly?

Fu Runing recalled three years ago when she followed Xiao Jingting back to the Xiao family. Xiao Hongshen whipped Xiao Jingting severely with a whip in the ancestral hall in front of the ancestral tablets.

Later, someone asked the old lady to come back and stop Xiao Hongshen's anger.

At that time, Xiao Jingting didn't say a word from beginning to end. It was also the first time that Fu Runing felt regretful. She felt guilty that she had to provoke him and let him be implicated for no reason.

Dad is right, he has his own life. It's her fault for forcing it.

That day in the Xiao family ancestral hall, Fu Runing's eyes turned red with fear. She looked at the bloodstains on his back that seeped through his shirt. She reached out her hand tremblingly, but didn't dare to touch him.

She could only tell him over and over again that she was sorry.

Apart from the three pale words "I'm sorry", she really didn't know what to say.

Now that Xiao Jingting has grown stronger, it is time to set things right.

Fu Runing walked out of the room.

Seeing her get up so early, Song Huizhen said, "Why don't you sleep a little longer? Since you're up, have some breakfast. It's not good for young people to not eat breakfast. I'll have Doctor Gao come over to check on you later."

"Thank you, grandma." Fu Runing's voice was faint. She looked around but didn't find the figure.

She asked in a roundabout way: "Grandma, has your aunt been found?"

"Found it. I found it last night. I was at the beach and caught a bit of wind. I started to have a headache and fever late at night. Doctor Gao had a really hard day."

Song Huizhen's tone was relaxed, as if she didn't take the matter to heart.

Fu Runing lowered her eyelashes, her hands hanging at her side were slightly clenched, and her thumb and index finger were rubbing back and forth.

She then asked, "Grandma, what did Dad do to Jingting?"

Song Huizhen comforted him, "It's okay. He was whipped twice, but his grandfather persuaded him to stop. Besides, Jingting is a grown man with thick skin and flesh. It's okay."

As he said that, he handed the hot milk to Fu Runing.

Fu Runing paused, and stood there in a daze for two seconds.

She whispered to herself, "Why didn't Grandpa go and persuade him earlier?"