The prince longs for me every night after mastering thought-reading
Chapter 971 - 634: Telling the Truth After Regaining Memory_3

Chapter 971: Chapter 634: Telling the Truth After Regaining Memory_3

Jun Moqing sat by the bed, looking down at the woman in deep slumber, quietly waiting for her to wake up.

Though Feng Qingyan was in a deep sleep at the moment, she was actually somewhat conscious and constantly receiving the tide of memories that flooded into her mind.

Too many memories overwhelmed her for a time, causing her to furrow her brows as if in discomfort.

Not knowing what she was thinking about, tears began to stream down from the corners of her eyes.

Seeing this, Jun Moqing took out a handkerchief and gently wiped away the tear stains from her cheeks.

Just then, Feng Qingyan slowly opened her eyes and saw Jun Moqing looking down at her.

She was startled at first, then she called out softly, "Moqing."

It had been so long since Jun Moqing had heard this nickname that he felt suddenly transported back to that summer twenty-one years ago.

"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Frowning, Feng Qingyan said, "My head hurts a little."

Jun Moqing replied, "Having just recovered your memories, it will cause some pain in the head. If it’s too uncomfortable, you can sleep a little longer."

"I don’t want to sleep anymore," said Feng Qingyan, sitting up from the bed and then throwing herself into Jun Moqing’s arms, her throat suddenly hoarse.

"Moqing, it’s been twenty years. I can’t believe I was separated from you for so long. It’s such a loss."

Like offering comfort, Jun Moqing patted his delicate wife in his arms, "I am too incompetent. I searched so many places and still couldn’t find you."

"How can this be blamed on you? It should be my fault. If not for me, how could we have been apart for so long?" Feng Qingyan stared intently at Jun Moqing’s face for a good while.

Jun Moqing asked, "What is it?"

Feng Qingyan touched that handsome face, the texture smooth and delicate, not at all like the skin of a forty-two-year-old man, hardly different from when he was twenty-one.

"You haven’t changed much," she observed.

Jun Moqing nodded, "Mmm, you haven’t changed much either."

Feng Qingyan didn’t believe it and raised an eyebrow at him, "Can you honestly repeat that?"

Hearing this, Jun Moqing raised his hand to his chest and very seriously repeated, "You haven’t changed much either."

Feng Qingyan: "..."

"When did you learn to be so glib?"

She remembered when she first saw Jun Moqing, he was aloof like a deity, not one to say things that went against his heart, much less to be slick and flattering.

All of a sudden, Feng Qingyan’s eyes widened, "In the twenty years I’ve been away from your side, you’ve picked up some bad habits."

Jun Moqing explained: "I haven’t."

Feng Qingyan raised an eyebrow, "Then are you lying to me?"

Jun Moqing replied, "In my eyes, you’re the same as you were before, unchanged."

Feng Qingyan: "..." Still saying there’s no change, but he never used to say such sweet nothings before.

Sudden thoughts of Xiaojui came to her mind. When she left, Xiaojui had only been two months old, unable to recognize people, unable to call for her mother, knowing only to nurse.

"After I left, did Xiaojui ever cry for her mother when she was little?"

Jun Moqing said, "Yes, when she saw others with their mothers, she would ask me if she had one."

"She must have cried, isn’t it? Crying and searching everywhere for her mother, too bad I wasn’t there by her side," as Feng Qingyan spoke, her heart ached more, her eyes reddened, and tears threatened to fall again.

"..." Jun Moqing: "She did not cry for her mother."

Her tears already spinning in her eyes because of his words, suddenly she held them back.

"She never cried for her mother?"

"I offered her candy, and she stopped crying...～"

"..."

Seeing her displeased expression, Jun Moqing explained further: "Xiaojui was only three years old, she didn’t understand much and was gluttonous. Naturally, she stopped crying when she had candy to eat."

Feng Qingyan felt like she didn’t hold much importance in her daughter’s eyes, thinking back on how when she left, Xiaojui was only two months old and wouldn’t remember her; it made sense she didn’t fuss.

She stared at Jun Moqing again, seeking reassurance, "What about you, then? When you realized I was gone, did you cry?"

Jun Moqing, "... I,"

Thinking he was embarrassed, Feng Qingyan pressed, "You did?"

After a moment of silence, Jun Moqing uttered the piercing words, "... I can’t cry."

Feng Qingyan: "..." Did her disappearance mean so little?

Feeling somewhat angry, she pulled away from Jun Moqing’s embrace and turned her head away from him.

Jun Moqing, holding her hand, explained, "I have an obstacle with this."

Once again, Feng Qingyan turned to look at Jun Moqing, her eyes full of confusion, "What do you mean?"

"I, all my life, have never cried once."

Jun Moqing had never spoken about it before. In modern times, when his father died in a car accident, his mother cried herself into a figure of tears.

That year he was seven years old, and he was very sad, but he just could not cry.

Everyone said he was too cold-hearted, not grieving his father’s death, without shedding a single tear.

The year his mother died, he was sixteen, and he didn’t cry then either.

In that world, he had lost all his kin, alone and deeply saddened, yet still not a single tear fell.

At seventeen, he found out he had this emotional disability.

The year Feng Qingyan went missing, the usually composed him searched frantically for three days and nights. Gazing into the pitch-black night, he felt as if a piece of his heart was missing.

To be so heartbroken and yet still no tears?