Chapter 130 (1/2)

The Complete Guide to the Use and Care of a Personal Assistant

Translator: Jury

Editor: NomNom

First Published on Chaleuria

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Chapter One Hundred and Thirty

Drizzles of rain drifted through the air. From a distance, it looked as if the entire world were shrouded in a white veil.

Ling Miao stood at the entrance to the public graveyard, his palms covered in a sheen of sweat.

Su Yuyang carried incense and flowers in one hand, an umbrella in the other. Seeing Ling Miao’s unease, he passed the incense to the hand holding the umbrella and grasped of Ling Miao’s hand, hoping to give him strength. Ling Miao glanced gratefully at Su Yuyang then stepped into the graveyard.

Ling Miao, familiar with the way, quickly found his mother’s grave.

Su Yuyang lit the incense and put the fresh flowers before the gravestone.

Ling Miao touched the photograph on the gravestone and called lightly, “Mom.”

The woman in the photograph was ordinary and unadorned. Her smile was calming. As Su Yuyang looked at Ling Miao’s mother, the last of the uneasiness remaining in his heart vanished.

Ling Miao had not visited his mother’s grave for a long time. In a low voice, he recounted the events of the past several months. “Mom, I said I’d come visit you every month, but I haven’t been here in a long time. I hope you don’t hold it against me.

“A lot of things happened in these few months. I found my first job and the person I love. I was kidnapped and almost died. Now that I think about it, it’s been pretty exciting.”

Su Yuyang stood behind Ling Miao holding the umbrella over him and heard every word Ling Miao said. When Ling Miao mentioned the happy things, Su Yuyang smiled; when Ling Miao’s mood fell, Su Yuyang grimaced. Sometimes Ling Miao laughed like a child and Su Yuyang stared at him, besotted.

Ling Miao’s emotions rose and fell, and Su Yuyang’s heart also rose and fell. Ling Miao finished telling his mother about his recent life. Even though his eyes reddened and welled with hot tears, he didn’t let a single one fall.

“Just cry,” Su Yuyang said tenderly.

Ling Miao shook his head and wiped away his tears. He touched his mother’s portrait and said, “My mom didn’t like to see me cry. She said that whether I met difficulties or obstacles, tears weren’t the way to solve the problem. People who only cry when they encounter difficulties will always be weak. She was only willing to see my tears when they were happy tears.”

“But sometimes it’s better to cry.” Su Yuyang drew closer to Ling Miao and pressed Ling Miao’s face into his shoulder. “Cry. Your mom can’t see.”

Ling Miao shook his head. “I promised my mom never to cry in front of her.” Nevertheless, his tears fell downward like rain from the sky and soaked Su Yuyang’s shirt.

Hearing the soft sobs, Su Yuyang caressed Ling Miao’s back, his resolute gaze lying on Ling Miao’s mother’s portrait. Silently, he vowed: I will take good care of Ling Miao. Please rest assured, Mom.

The rain intensified, pattering down on the umbrella. Wind swept the land and icy-cold raindrops fell against Ling Miao. Ling Miao moved. He encircled Su Yuyang’s waist with both arms, getting as close to Su Yuyang as he could. Su Yuyang looked at him in confusion and asked, “Are you cold?”

Ling Miao pressed himself against Su Yuyang, his voice somewhat muffled as he said, “It’s windy. I’m worried that you’re cold.”

“Dumb cat,” Su Yuyang said indulgently.

“Oh, right!” Ling Miao suddenly let go of Su Yuyang. Now Su Yuyang did feel cold but he didn’t show it.