Chapter 28: Oath and the White Moonlight

Xiao Tong grew more and more confused as she spoke, feeling only a blank in her mind.

At that moment, Chen Ci's calm voice was heard: "I know these aren't my mother's clothes; strictly speaking, they should be her collection. Buying clothes is just her hobby, like collecting antiques and calligraphy."

"Besides, who at that age would wear such a short skirt?"

Speaking, Chen Ci picked up the legendary CHANEL little black dress.

Actually it's not that short; it almost reaches the knee.

However, some black gauze and lace elements were added to the hem, giving the thigh area a hazy, silky beauty.

Indeed, as Chen Ci said, it really doesn't look like something his mother could wear out.

"However, I still have a small request."

Xiao Tong curiously asked: "What request?"

Chen Ci held the black dress up to Xiao Tong; it fit, Xiao Tong being a bit slimmer than the dress.

"It's nothing; I just want to be the first person to see you wearing these clothes."

Xiao Tong was a bit dazed, but soon her eyes cleared, and she looked earnestly at Chen Ci: "You..."

Chen Ci smiled slightly: "Come on, Mao Mao, pick out clothes; as long as you like them, they're all yours."

Xiao Tong also couldn't help but smile: "All of them? Aren't you still going to donate them to the welfare institute?"

I thought about it, and donating these to the welfare institute might not be appropriate; we shouldn't let the children develop a dependence on luxury goods, but should instead establish a healthy view of money and values.

I've decided to buy some other clothes instead to donate to the welfare institute.

Xiao Tong couldn't help but laugh: "You're just full of cheap talk..."

Time blooms with youthful smiles; you will fall in love with this place……

In the midsummer afternoon, Xiao Tong had at some point changed into a black dress.

Her ten fingers flew as she played and sang herself, her slender, delicate arms exposed in the sunlight.

Now the sunlight was just right, reflecting the dazzling black, which further set off her snow‑white skin.

This black and white combination is truly striking.

Even if Chen Ci closed his eyes, this beautiful image remained in his mind, impossible to dispel.

Roughly calculated, he had gone more than a month without breaking his vegetarian vow.

Faced with such an alluring Xiao Tong, his heart's fluttering can be imagined.

But no, reason told Chen Ci that now wasn't the best time; haste makes waste.

The song beside his ears suddenly faded; Chen Ci rose slowly from the sofa and asked, "Why did you stop singing?"

Yet Xiao Tong's hands had already left the keyboard, her small mouth slightly pouting in dissatisfaction: "Is my singing really that bad? It put you to sleep."

"Mao Mao, what are you saying? You sing very well."

"Then why don't you look at me at all?"

Chen Ci spoke frankly: "I'm afraid that if I look, I'll instead become distracted."

He couldn't help but glance again; although it couldn't compare to Da Mi Mi's scale, the white was truly white—white to the point of being glaring.

After spending a morning together, Xiao Tong no longer felt the hesitation of their first meeting.

Facing Chen Ci's gaze, she could accept it openly and gracefully, just as before.

"It's you who wanted me to wear it; is it really that beautiful, making you dare not look straight at it?"

Though she said that, the smugness at the corner of Xiao Tong's mouth had already given her away.

Chen Ci shrugged: "Put it this way, before today I always thought my mother was wasting money buying these clothes. Now I realize her taste is truly good."

"Then who looks better, me or your girlfriend?"

"Huh?"

Accidents always come unexpectedly; not only did Chen Ci freeze for a moment, but Xiao Tong herself, the one who asked, also belatedly stood frozen in place.

She didn't know what had happened; anyway, hearing Chen Ci praise her in various ways, she hadn't felt this sweet sensation for a long time.

In her delight, a place deep in her heart seemed to relax; unable to restrain the impulse, she let herself and Chen Ci fall into embarrassment together.

Chen Ci paused, breaking the silence: "Mao Mao, you already know, didn't Pang Zi tell you?"

Um……

Xiao Tong, who had been elated, suddenly sank her head low.

Yeah, what was she proud of?

No matter how good Chen Ci is, he no longer belongs to her.

Xiao Tong, appearing cute and lively, like an innocent little girl.

But in her heart, she also has her own clear bottom line.

Her man may only love her, and she herself could never become a third party destroying someone else's relationship.

At this moment she sank into deep regret: why hadn't she come to find Chen Ci earlier?

If she could have received the news earlier. When Chen Ci's family suffered a sudden change, and he was at his weakest, most in need of comfort, the person who appeared by his side was herself.

That would surely make everything different……

By now, Xiao Tong had basically imagined the whole process of Chen Ci and his new girlfriend from meeting, getting to know each other, to falling in love.

Including, with the new girlfriend's company, Chen Ci struggled out of that darkest period.

Chen Ci cannot know exactly what Xiao Tong is thinking, but her state right now is not good.

But Chen Ci instead feels somewhat fortunate, fortunate that his earlier judgment was correct.

The time hasn't come; if he had acted rashly just now, it would only have the opposite effect.

After a while, the quiet room suddenly transmitted a faint sob.

Chen Ci cautiously probed: "Mao Mao, are you crying?"

I don't have!

Xiao Tong was very agitated, and she shouted loudly, her voice echoing across the balcony.

However, after saying that, she realized something was wrong—what right did she have to shout, what right did she have to be angry?

The breakup back then was something I initiated myself.

And during Chen Ci's most difficult days, it wasn't me who kept him company.

Chen Ci now has a new girlfriend, which is completely understandable; what right does she have to yell at him?

Biting her lip, Xiao Tong only hated herself for being useless, and gently rubbed her moist eye sockets.

Xiao Tong spoke softly with remorse: 'I, I don't have…… sorry……'

What a sin!

Seeing the pitiful, self-reproaching Xiao Tong, Chen Ci couldn't help but want to slap himself twice.

Really, what a scumbag, to ruin such a pure and kind girl like this—is this something a person could do?

No, to make up for the harm she suffered here, a few pieces of clothing aren't enough.

Chen Ci decided: he would take responsibility for her happiness in the second half of her life, and do his utmost to give her a warm home!

Chen Ci brought a tissue, walked over to Xiao Tong, knelt on one knee, making him half a head shorter than Xiao Tong sitting in the chair.

He handed her the tissue and said softly: 'Mao Mao, thank you.'

Such a warm gesture and words, as seen by Xiao Tong, only felt more unfamiliar and distant.

If it were in the past, Chen Ci would surely have taken the initiative to wipe away her tears, then lightly kiss the eye socket where her tears were most abundant.

Moreover, the former Chen Ci would absolutely never say words of thanks to himself.

"Why, thank me……"

"Thank you for appearing in my life, bringing me the happiest time. I swear……"

His utterly serious tone made Xiao Tong also become extremely serious; how could she not know that Chen Ci almost never swears?

"No matter what happens, you are my eternal white moonlight in my heart."

"White moonlight…… what is that?"

Chen Ci smiled gently: "That's……"