Translate : Childish Flower

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It was night when Mu Jin woke up, and the dense night covered the sky like a curtain, with only a few bright stars hanging on it, and the surroundings were so quiet that the sound of the wind could be heard.

    With his tired eyes open, his body seemed to be run over by something, with unbearable soreness. There was no sticky feeling in the back. The sheets and quilts were replaced with new ones, and the clothes were neatly folded on the sofa. The previous mess.

    Three soft knocks broke the silence. Mrs. Mu, holding a bowl of steaming fragrant white porridge, gently opened the door and walked in.

    Seeing that her son was awake, she put the warm porridge on the side table and sat on the side of the bed, her eyes flashed with a bit of hesitation and restlessness.

    "Mom...cough cough..." Seeing her mother's delay in speaking, Mu Jin wanted to break the silence, but she was frightened by her hoarse voice, coughing out of breath.

    Mrs. Shepherd immediately got up and poured a cup of warm water for her son, helped him sit up halfway, and put a soft pillow behind her.

    Seeing her son eased her anger, she asked uneasily, "Xiaojin, tell my mother honestly, do you...do you like Gao Tianchen?"

    Mujin did not answer her, but stared at the cup in her hand and looked inside. There was a circle of light and fresh water patterns, bowed his head and said nothing, the answer was obvious.

    After all, it was his own son. Mrs. Mu had already felt the flesh that fell from his body. Mu Jin should have liked Gao Tianchen.

    He awkwardly wanted to hide this affection for a lifetime, but he still couldn't escape the eyes of his closest relatives.

    "Gao Tianchen said he wants to marry you." Mu Jin trembled slightly after hearing the news, tightly holding the cup in his hand, a pair of godless eyes flashed with joy.

    As if thinking of something, his eyes dimmed, and he said a little bit helplessly: "But... he doesn't like me..."

    Madam Mu lightly stroked his white cheek, how could he not expect it, but the reality is always There is no way to force people. The Mujia wants to tie up this excellent and well-known heir, only to use Mujin, which is five points similar to Muze.

    "It's okay, everything will be fine." Madam Mu couldn't do much other than comfort, after all, she had planned out such a result.

    He is selfish, but Mu Jin likes Gao Tianchen. This arrangement can be regarded as fulfilling his son's wish.

    If there is no such round, the son may not be able to get his love in response to his entire life.

    She let Mu Jin rest well, and the wedding will be held in two weeks. She also said that as long as he treats Gao Tianchen sincerely, the other party will be moved by him.

    Mu Jinji's words of comfort were kept in his heart, and he continued to support his life afterwards. Even if he suffered from the indifference and ignorance of the other party, he believed that there would be a day when the clouds and the mists will clear.

    The wedding was held as scheduled in this blossoming city. Both parties were considered prominent families and chose the largest and most luxurious church in this city to witness.

    The pure white church is heavily deposited on stone and brick, and the crystal chandelier above the head is light and elegant, and the eye is full of dazzling painted windows and lifelike marble reliefs. The white rose, a symbol of loyalty, is decorated wherever you can.

    Both of them are white suits with fine workmanship, but they don't feel the same. Although Mu Jin is not particularly short, his body is slightly thinner, and his soft facial features show a youthful purity.

On the other hand, Gao Tianchen's fit tailoring reflects his slender figure, showing maturity and skill. The fine strands of hair on the forehead were combed meticulously, revealing the exquisite features of heroism and the outline of firmness.

    He heard the priest say: "Gao Tianchen, are you willing to partner with Mu Jin, love him, respect him, protect him, whether you are sick or healthy, rich or poor, always loyal to him until you leave the world?"

    Ying Xiang Mujin's eyes were tender and expectant. He hesitated. He had no plan or courage to give the ideal love to the person in front of him. His vows had long since disappeared in memories with Muze's departure.

    Even if he knew it was a necessary procedure for the wedding, he still couldn't speak.

    The atmosphere was silent, looking at the other party because of his hesitation, his ears were dyed with a faint embarrassing red, and the light brown hair was looming, his eyes were dark, he lowered his head and looked away.

    The brilliant sunlight cast by the stained glass dazzled his eyes, and the other person's face gradually blurred in his sight. It seemed that he was the person he was thinking about day and night, the person living in his heart, and he was waiting for his answer.

    He opened his lips and said his vow softly.

    "Yes, I do."