Uncle, He Planned This for a Long Time, and I Happily Accept

“You finished playing the piano and went backstage to cry,” he murmured, moving his lips to the side of her neck to kiss the tiny mole. “I followed you.”

“You…”

“When you ate the first bowl, I was at the foot of the stairs.”

“…”

“The second bowl, I was outside the window.”

“…”

“The third bowl.” Gu Yanshen suddenly tightened his arms and pulled her onto his lap. He brushed his nose against hers, his voice as low as a sigh. “I was beside the storage cabinet behind you, watching you eat and cry until your makeup was ruined.”

Shen Zhiyi went rigid in his arms.

She remembered that night, the backstage area she thought was empty, and the loneliness of feeling abandoned by the whole world. So back then… had he really been there all along?

“Why…” Her voice trembled. “Why didn’t you tell me?”