After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 779 - 783: He Doesn’t Want to Look Away

Luo Xiaoqian wanted to stand up and flee, but her legs were so weak that she had no strength to do so; she simply couldn’t stand up.

Her strength, her bravery, her stubbornness... all of it was absent when he wasn’t around. In front of this man, she was still the same Luo Xiaoqian who would get flustered and prone to mistakes at the sight of him.

Leng Zimo walked over and stopped his steps on the other side of the shrubbery.

The two of them were so close, only separated by a shrub wall less than half a meter tall.

This was the closest he had been to her in five years.

Luo Xiaoqian crouched on the ground, not daring to move, let alone raise her face.

Leng Zimo looked down at her from above.

The woman in front of him was thin, and although he couldn’t see her face, he could still tell she was very young. To judge a woman’s age, you don’t look at her face; you look at her neck.

Her long hair was tied up, revealing a snow-white and slender nape where the contour of her cervical vertebrae was clearly visible. She seemed to be crying, her shoulders gently trembling.

This was a cemetery, where everyone came with their own sorrow. It wasn’t strange at all.

He wondered whom she was visiting and for whom she was crying.

"I’m sorry for disturbing you," Leng Zimo said softly, apologizing.

He had just thought of her as a woman weeping alone here because of grief.

"No... it’s nothing," Luo Xiaoqian said, her voice trembling as she covered her face.

Her whole body was shaking, her heart pounding as if it were about to burst out of her chest.

It had been five years, this was the first time she had spoken to him, the first time she heard his voice so clearly.

Leng Zimo had intended to turn around and walk away, but the moment he heard her voice, he inexplicably stopped again.

He never liked talking to strangers, let alone a strange woman, but today, he made an exception.

For some reason, he suddenly wanted to comfort her.

"The dead cannot be brought back to life, those of us alive must continue on."

Was he trying to comfort her?

"Thank... thank you," Luo Xiaoqian pursed her lips, her voice soft as she began, "Are you... also here to pay respects to a relative?"

In the past five years, just to hear his voice, she had even deliberately dialed his cell phone a few times from a public phone, pretending to have dialed the wrong number, just to hear his voice.

Now, finally having the opportunity to talk with him so closely, she couldn’t help but be a bit greedy, greedily wanting to talk to him a little more.

"My mother."

Leng Zimo stared at her delicate, pale neck, a strange emotion rising within him.

He didn’t know what it was that attracted him; nonetheless, his gaze focused on that patch of snow-white skin, reluctant to move away.

With her face buried in her knees, apart from her nape, he could also see the ear supporting the arm of her glasses.

The shape of her ear was beautiful, especially the lobe, round and plump like a pearl, an earring, tiny and sparkling, hanging from her earhole.

Then, he also saw her necklace, half-hidden where her skin and the collar of her clothes parted, a string of dark necklace with a dark blue gem inlaid.

It was the color combination he liked, and the design style was his preference as well.

The slender curve of her neck, the lovely shape of her ear, and the necklace...

Looking at the woman in front of him, Leng Zimo’s breathing inexplicably became heavy.

He didn’t know what attracted him, but he didn’t want to shift his gaze.

In his heart, a strong desire suddenly emerged, an instinctual male thought—he... wanted her!