675 Bugs Fly (1/2)

Xia Qingwei saw the flirtatious looks the two of them were giving each other. This matter was officially set in stone.

When night came, after Han Zhuoli had stayed for dinner, he took Lu Man back home.

Xia Qingwei saw how anxious he was and knew that it had really been very difficult for Han Zhuoli to stay here every day during this period of time.

”You're in such a rush?” Xia Qingwei asked in surprised. ”I still have to pack Man Man's luggage for her.”

”There's no need to, I've already prepared everything for her at my place. Everything's there,” Han Zhuoli said. He had already prepared everything a long time ago. He was only waiting for Lu Man to bring her bag along and come.

Xia Qingwei: ”…”

Lu Man: ”…”

Exactly how long had he been waiting?

”Besides, Man Man's things should stay here. We are still going to come back and visit every now and then,” Han Zhuoli said.

If they moved all of Lu Man's things out all at once, wouldn't that make Xia Qingwei's heart feel empty?

With Lu Man's things still there, she could come back anytime, and the difference wouldn't be that great to Xia Qingwei. She wouldn't feel that once Lu Man left, the house was empty and bare and then feel sad.

Unexpectedly, Han Zhuoli had even considered that.

Xia Qingwei felt really touched. She was even more convinced that it was really reassuring to leave Lu Man in Han Zhuoli's hands.

Han Zhuoli prioritized Lu Man first, then her, and finally himself.

Only by placing Lu Man at the center of his heart could he then be so considerate to both Lu Man and her.

Many women would complain that their own boyfriends or husbands were careless, were not thoughtful or sensitive enough, and be angered by them quite a lot.

However, you wouldn't be able to find such a flaw in Han Zhuoli at all.

Xia Qingwei smiled as she sent the two of them off. As Lu Man didn't have any luggage with her, it was just like when she left for a date with Han Zhuoli. She was only carrying her bag with her; it looked like she would be back pretty soon.

However, when she closed the door, Xia Qingwei's heart inevitably felt like it was missing a part. She sighed deeply and clutched her chest.

When she was encouraging Lu Man, it seemed like she was really open-minded about it, but that was her precious daughter after all.

In the first half of Lu Man's life, she couldn't take care of her properly. Now that their lives were getting better and better, she had been exceptionally satisfied living with Lu Man every day.

Finally, it was a home again.

She felt like she hadn't had enough of such days. Perhaps it would never be enough even after a lifetime.

They would have to separate ultimately. Xia Qingwei's heart started to clench a little when she thought of that. It felt empty. Lu Man hadn't even been gone for long yet, but she had already started having all these thoughts.

Xia Qingwei sighed and took her violin out. The moment the bow touched the strings, she subconsciously played a song. It was a song that Xia Qingwei frequently played for Lu Man when she was just born. It had already become Lu Man's lullaby when she was a baby.