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Chapter 432: It's not a sudden thought, but something I can't forget!
When he thought about that man, Xueluo's heart could no longer remain calm.
She would never forget how panicked, sad and furious Feng Xinglang was when he saw the stillborn child inside the glass container five years ago! His entire body was trembling!
Until today, Xueluo could not help but think: If he did not continue to play and instead told her that the little girl in her stomach was still alive, what would have been the outcome?
There was one thing Xueluo was fairly clear of: If she had lied to Lan Youyou, he would definitely be infuriated!
Even if Feng Xinglang wanted to side with her, how could he stop Lan Youyou from trying to harm the child in her stomach with his severely injured body that could not even move? What's more, Lan Youyou had her, the foster father Hetun, behind her back then!
But who would have known that after escaping from Lan Youyou's control with much difficulty, he was caught by the Hetun!
Vaguely, he remembered what the Hetun had told her at that time: That day at the ocean, he suddenly thought of an even more interesting play method! He even said that she would definitely be interested!
What would be the most interesting way to play the Hetun?
Could it be …
Xueluo did not dare to think further!
His heart was in a mess, Xueluo was simply unable to calm down and read a book. She took out the pieces of paper that had been pressed against the bottom of the bookcase.
Over the past few years, Xueluo had drawn many sketches.
The majority of the records recorded the growth of their son Linnuo. Although there was also a high-tech digital camera, Xueluo felt that drawing down every single detail of his son's growth on a piece of paper could better express the care and love a mother had for her son.
Well, that was a little noble!
Actually, Xueluo had nothing to do at all. Firstly, she was worried about her son being taken away by the Hetun, and secondly, she was quite free.
The Xueluo who was in a troubled mood took out a special piece from the paintings.
It looked like he was drawing the big adult version of his son Linnuo, but Xueluo knew in his heart that he was drawing that man called Feng Xinglang.
At this moment, she finally understood the state of mind of the incomplete drawing that Feng Xinglang's mother had left for her son, Feng Xinglang.
Right now, Xueluo seemed to be the same as her mother at that time, hence she did not dare and could not draw too complete pictures of Feng Xinglang.
He remembered one time, Xueluo drew out a complete Feng Xinglang. Maybe because he was too focused, Xueluo completely did not notice his son who was standing behind him for a long time.
"Mommy, who is this man who looks like me?"
The little fellow asked in a serious tone.
Xueluo was truly startled, and for a moment, he didn't know how to reply to his son Linnuo. If he told the little guy that this man who looked like him was his father, would the little guy be able to accept it?
Furthermore, she and her son Linnuo were even Hetun's prisoners! How could he explain to his son why his biological father wasn't by their side, while the foster father Hetun was by their side!
Xueluo didn't know exactly how much her son understood about this person called "foster father", but she really didn't want her son's pure and innocent childhood to come into contact with the grudges of his father's generation.
"Mother is drawing the big Nuonuo!"
In the end, Xueluo still chose to hide it from his son, Linnuo, "However, your painting is not good, Mom will draw another one."
Xueluo crumpled the completed painting into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
At that time, the little guy was staring at the trash can in a daze, but it didn't ask any further questions. It was as if he did not want to expose Mommy Lin Xueluo, who did not want to tell him the truth.
So from then on, Xueluo did not dare to draw a complete picture of the man, he only used a few simple lines to sketch.
Or perhaps, some of the papers only had the man's eyes and eyes painted on them while others had the man's nose or mouth painted on them … And there was that flirtatious, thin lips that would occasionally give off an evil aura in front of her!
Xueluo's heart once again became chaotic.
It had been almost five years, and the child he had given him was already five years old, yet there was no news of him at all.
Sometimes, Xueluo would also foolishly stand in front of the window to look at the mountain path that led to the outside world.
She hoped that one day, her husband, the father of her children, would step on the colorful clouds to save them, just like the ones she loved. Or like a prince passing by a castle, saving her and her child.
It was a pity that even though Xueluo had wished for almost five years, he still did not manage to bring Feng Xinglang over.
Maybe the man hated himself. Hate her for killing his child! Not to mention finding her, he probably already hated her to the bones in his heart.
Slowly, Xueluo stopped hoping. She let time dilute the hope in her heart.
Maybe that man had already fallen in love with the beauty!
Xueluo thought of Feng Lixin.
Five years later, he should have finished the skin grafting operation. And he should be able to stand up from the wheelchair. Now that medicine was so advanced, let alone a small plastic surgery, as long as there was enough money, even plastic surgery into Avatar was highly possible.
Xueluo inexplicably fell into a strange circle of thought:
If Feng Xinglang turned Lan Youyou around, then what about Feng Lixin who had always loved Lan Youyou?
After all, Feng Lixin couldn't just helplessly watch his beloved girl be together with his brother every day, right?
If that was really the case, then this was way too cruel to Feng Lixin!
Xueluo let out a long sigh: Even I am trapped in jail, unable to protect myself, and you still have the mind to care about others?
Furthermore, Hetun had brought the mother, son, and all the foster son back to Pater Castle. Shen City should have become's, Feng Xinglang's, and Bai Mo's world. In other words, Feng Xinglang's life must have been full of hardships!
Therefore, why would Feng Xinglang waste his time and money to find a vicious woman who could beat up his flesh and blood! Don't even think about it!
Once again, Xueluo experienced what it meant to be utterly confused!
She took out the piece of paper again, and the image of the man that was hidden for five years flashed across her mind.
More than five years? Or perhaps, when she had married into the Feng Family, that man's actions, or the actions of a gentleman or a bewitching charm, had long been engraved into her, Lin Xueluo's, heart.
Xueluo thought that time would dilute his longing for that man.
Unexpectedly, not only was this longing not weakened, but as time passed, it became more intense and clear.
The man lingered in her mind, her dreams, the hours of her life growing longer and more frequent.
Lin Xueluo, how despicable are you? Why do you still not forget him?
Have you ever thought that this man might have already remarried and given birth to a son? His life is incomparably blissful and blissful!
Even so, Xueluo was still unable to banish the man from his mind.
The reason why life has memories is not because of sudden reminiscence, but because there is no way to forget it!