Beg Me to Remarry-Chapter 84 - 0 Night Sky

Chapter 84: 084 Night Sky

Chapter 84: 084 Night Sky

Fu Han had never expected to feel the unfermented love of a mother on a little seal pup.

This tiny seal pup must have been born not long ago and lost its mother by accident. In the middle of the night, there was no way to find floating ice, and it was impossible to send the little guy away.

She glanced at Luo Qinghe and Bai Wei who were still quarreling and led the seal pup back to her own tent.

Perhaps because Fu Han had fed it, the little one was very docile, tucking itself quietly at her feet, and soon fell asleep.

But Fu Han tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Days had passed, and she forced herself not to look at anything related to He Xing online, but the more she refrained, the more she felt a tangled indecision in her heart that she couldn’t lift up nor put down.

There was a piece of transparent plastic on top of the tent, which could be used as a skylight, perfect for viewing the night scenery.

She looked out through the skylight and the Antarctic night sky was breathtakingly beautiful.

Tonight’s moon was a perfect crescent, hanging in the sky like a hook, with myriad stars twinkling, like diamonds on black velvet in a jewelry store, gold grains reflecting light under the sun, and even more like the sun shining on a rippling sponge.

As she was looking, she suddenly saw a swarm of fireflies dancing like little sparks of light.

Summer nights were very hot. Usually, after dinner, she’d either chat with He Xing or return to her room to chase after idol dramas with the air conditioner on.

But today, on a whim, she went to the garden after dinner to see if the morning glory she had transplanted truly bloomed at dawn and wilted at dusk— today was the day the morning glory bloomed for the first time.

The deep blue morning glory flowers, dotting among the green leaves, had closed their trumpet-shaped blooms, and the petals were wilting. It was indeed a flower with only a one-day lifespan.

Young girls sometimes have moments of sorrowful reflection at the passing of seasons, and Fu Han was no exception. She felt a little sad, having hoped her careful cultivation would create a miracle, but it was all in vain.

Suddenly bereft, she turned, feeling as though the morning glory was a symbol of her love with He Xing — it turned out their love was equally short-lived.

As she turned, she bumped into a warm embrace. The slender youth’s chest bones thudded against her forehead, causing a bit of pain.

She felt wronged in an instant, “He Xing, why do you always stand behind me so silently? It’s really scary, you know?”

He Xing watched Fu Han with an expression as cold as an iceberg, “What are you doing crouching here so late at night instead of reading in your room? Feeding mosquitoes?”

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They had known each other for many years with He Xing maintaining that iceberg-like demeanor.

Every time Fu Han saw him like this, her heart ached without understanding why; she just felt that if He Xing wasn’t happy, her world would crumble.

She pounced like a playful rabbit, pushing up the corners of his mouth with her thumbs, “Smile, will you? Stop acting like the sky is falling.”

He Xing, while carefully supporting Fu Han to prevent her from falling, reluctantly made a smile, “Okay, I smiled. Now can you go back?”

Fu Han, with her objective achieved, smiled sweetly and contentedly let go of He Xing, bouncing happily behind him.

Suddenly, He Xing stopped in his tracks, and Fu Han, not paying attention, bumped into his back, his prominent shoulder blades making painful contact with her nose, almost bringing her to tears.

“Are you okay?” He Xing looked down slightly, his icy facade cracking with a tinge of concern that added a softer feel to his otherwise baby-faced appearance.

Fu Han’s heart thumped wildly, like drums and gongs. At that moment, she forgot everything else, just staring up at He Xing with wide eyes.

“Did you hurt your brain?” He Xing tapped her forehead, his smile deepening with a hint of confusion, his face diffusing like an ink wash in a watercolor painting.

Fu Han laughed, “He Xing, you are really handsome.”

“Call me brother,” He Xing’s gaze flickered as he tried to look serious.

“No way,” Fu Han pouted, “Grandpa already announced today that you are my fiancé. It is not right to call my fiancé ‘brother’.”

In the night, He Xing looked down at Fu Han, his expression indiscernible against the light, as if he sighed, “Whatever you say.”

Fu Han’s floating heart thudded to the ground; she stubbornly looked at He Xing, “Grandpa announced our engagement without your consent. Are you angry?”

“There’s nothing to be angry about,” He Xing turned his head away from Fu Han’s gaze, his tone indifferent, “Grandpa has always been like this, taking no objections. Would my anger matter?”

“So you really are unwilling.” Fu Han murmured under her breath, feeling a pang of hurt; he really didn’t like her.

“What did you say?” He Xing’s face suddenly loomed closer, “When did you ever mumble? This is nothing like you.”

Fu Han cast a resentful glance at He Xing, only to receive a smile so faint it could hardly be lighter.

“Nothing, let’s go home.” She brushed past He Xing and headed straight for the villa.

“Wait, I’ll take you somewhere,” He Xing, taller and with longer arms, grabbed the back of Fu Han’s collar.

He Xing completely dominated every word and action of Fu Han’s. She immediately forgot her momentary unhappiness and cheered, tailing He Xing closely with a joyful bounce in her step.

The night sky over Lanwan Mountain was beautiful, a rare place in City A where one could see the stars from the city. She loved it there and often begged He Xing to accompany her to view the night scene.

But He Xing always had an air of keeping people at a distance, and it was good enough for Fu Han if she could coax him to come out once in five tries.

She had to be extra good and act especially sweet every time she wanted to enjoy the night sky with He Xing.

Like today, it was the first time He Xing had suggested to take a walk out.

The He Family’s villa was at the summit, and not far away was an observatory with two telescopes inside.

Top-level villas come with top-level services, and anyone living here could come up to the mountain top to gaze at the stars.

But today, Fu Han wasn’t in the mood for telescopes; her eyes were filled with fireflies, the tiny insects casting a faint glow that illuminated her face.

As she greedily took in the view, her curiosity got the better of her, “He Xing, how did you know there were so many fireflies here?”

“I saw several fireflies flying in this direction, so I brought you here to check it out, and turns out, they are indeed congregating here,” He Xing said indifferently, his gaze fixed on the glowing night, his eyes reflecting the starlight.

“You’re amazing,” Fu Han gazed admiringly at He Xing, “I also saw a firefly fly out from our house just now, how come I didn’t think that they were coming here to have a meeting?”