Kyoto Night Kiss

In the sixth month after Qu Yun went to Vancouver, she inexplicably received a call from that senior student, Song.

Senior Song said he never expected that she would actually receive his wedding invitation.

Moreover, they went to great lengths to return to their hometown to participate.

"Junior, this gift is incredibly generous. When you get married, I'll definitely give you even more... But since you're already here, why didn't you stay for dinner?"

At that time, Qu Yun was overwhelmed with her own problems. Not only was she unfamiliar with the place, but she was also struggling to make a living. She hurriedly hung up the phone while washing the dishes and said she would talk to her later.

As a result, I got so busy that I forgot about it.

Now that I think about it carefully, the only person around her who would do this is Lu Junhe, right?

The man himself just said that he knew about Senior Song's marriage.

But why would he do that?

That year, they lost their child, even though they had already separated.

Qu Yun stared intently at the man beside her, her eyes filled with a sense of bewilderment.

She suddenly realized, how could Lu Junhe have received an invitation?

Back in Beijing, Senior Song and he had only met briefly for ten minutes; there was absolutely no way he could have Lu Junhe's address or contact information.

"you......"

"Have you been to my hometown before?" Qu Yun asked incredulously.

Lu Junhe remained expressionless and said calmly, "I just wanted to see if you were dead or not."

Where Qu Yun couldn't see, his gaze shifted.

I thought her reaction just now meant she had guessed something else.

Qu Yun felt a surge of discomfort in her chest. She was restless and instinctively wanted to open the car window to let in some fresh air, but the window was locked and she couldn't lower it.

She tapped the car's elegant center console with her fingertip, thinking that listening to some music might help her relax.

The music resumed playing after it had been paused.

Actually, I was the only audience member.

"Actually, I could tell you were a little reluctant to part with it."

"The scene is used to our back-and-forth balancing act, so what's there to fuss about..."

Qu Yun's hand froze in mid-air, unable to retract for a long time.

Lu Junhe pressed the pause button on the steering wheel, and the car returned to silence.

Qu Yun pursed her lips and whispered, "You really listened to this song?"

She was just saying it casually at the old house that day.

Why did Lu Junhe actually listen?

Why? Because what he did was completely different from what he said.

The car gradually slowed down until it stopped, but Qu Yun didn't notice.

Lu Junhe turned his head and finally met her gaze.

He said, "Qu Yun, let's stop here."

I regret meeting you, both now and eleven years ago.

Qu Yun froze, as if all her thoughts had been drained away.

The surroundings were so quiet that only the faint sound of air flowing inside the car could be heard.

She opened her mouth several times, her heart aching terribly.

Lu Junhe's lips curled into a cold, hard smile as he said, enunciating each word clearly, "You've arrived. Get out of the car."

In the pitch-black night, the red taillights drove further and further away, gradually fading in brightness, until they finally disappeared completely at the end of the road.

Qu Yun stood rooted to the spot, unable to move.

She pinched herself but felt no pain.

In these eleven years, has she never regretted it?

I regret it.

However, the desire to continue together was stronger, overcoming all regrets.

Qu Yun lowered her head, gave a self-deprecating laugh, and a tear fell silently and weightlessly.

The lights were still on in the room, and Cheng Chongchong sat on the sofa, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

When he saw Qu Yun return, he didn't even put on his slippers and ran to her, the little dinosaur tail on the back of his pajamas swaying back and forth.

He hugged Qu Yun's legs, smacked his lips, and said, "Mommy, you've been coming home so late lately, I've missed you so much."

Qu Yun smiled, knelt on one knee, and looked the child in the eye.

She apologized gently, "I'm sorry, Mom has been too busy lately and hasn't spent much time with you. How about I take you out to play this weekend?"

"Yay!" Cheng Chongchong danced with joy, but the happiness in his eyes quickly faded.

He had something on his mind, even though he was so young.

Qu Yun gently rubbed Cheng Chongchong's head. "Baby, just say what you want to say."

Cheng Chongchong wants to go to school.

He spent far too much time at home recovering from his injury. Although he could watch TV and sleep in every day, he found it less interesting than school.

And his deskmate hasn't come to play with him in a long time!

Qu Yun was still a little worried about Cheng Chongchong's injuries, but seeing his expectant expression, she really couldn't bear to refuse.

Finally, the two made a pact: Cheng Chongchong only needed to stop running around, jumping, chasing, and playing around.

The next morning, it was foggy.

Cheng Chongchong woke up early and scrambled onto the bed. While Qu Yun was still asleep, she pressed herself against her and said in a sticky voice, "Qu Yun, why aren't you getting up to take me to school? I don't want to be late."

Qu Yun's eyelids opened heavily.

Wasn't the chubby baby on a long leave of absence resting at home? Why is he suddenly going back to school?

"Hurry up, Mom! You promised me last night!" Cheng Chongchong urged again.

Qu Yun rubbed her throbbing temples and seemed to remember something as she went to the bathroom to wash her face.

She thought she was dreaming.

Some dreams were so vivid that she began to lose track of reality.

I wonder if the same medication she took while abroad is available in China.

She can no longer let those dreams affect her like she used to.

will die.

On the way to school, Cheng Chongchong tugged at Qu Yun's sleeve, signaling her to lower her head.

He asked quietly, "When you and my dad get married, you'll probably take wedding photos, right?"

"Could I take the photos to school so I can show them off to my classmates?"

Cheng Chongchong still remembers the first day of school. A boy brought his family photo album to school, and his classmates all praised his mother as the most beautiful fairy in the world.

He disagreed, saying his mother was more beautiful.

But when everyone asked him to bring his parents' wedding photos to school to compare, he remained silent.

Qu Yun chuckled, "You really want me to marry your father?"

She paused for a moment, deciding not to lie to the child.

"Chongchong, I probably won't marry your dad."

"Why? Are you going to marry Lu Jinxing's father?"

Qu Yun was taken aback, not expecting the child to say such a thing.

She stated frankly, "The feelings between adults are very complicated. I like your father, but it's the same kind of familial affection I have for you."

To put it simply...

She couldn't imagine what it would be like to sleep with Cheng Tongzhou.

It felt like I was doing *that* with my own brother.

"I don't know, I don't understand!" Cheng Chongchong shook her little head vigorously, raised her face, and smiled brightly: "Anyway, you're my mom."

Qu Yun, carrying Cheng Chongchong's schoolbag in one hand, gently brushed the tip of his nose with the other, and replied, "That's right."

"I am your mother."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Lu Jinxing, a boy who had appeared at the school gate at some point, saw Qu Yun, and Qu Yun saw him too.

Qu Yun was about to smile at the child.

Lu Jinxing lowered his head, bowed slightly to her, and then walked into the campus.

The huge schoolbag weighed down his thin shoulders, making his back look lonely and forlorn.