As it was night filming, actors with no parts and workers who were not scheduled were all resting. Luo Xiu being at the quietest of all corners, Gu Nian barely ran into anyone on her way over.
His little assistant wasn’t there either. Luo Xiu was lying down in the lounger by himself. Motionless, he seemed to be asleep.
Gu Nian, half way through her yawn, quickly covered up her mouth and her eyes teared up again. She walked to the front of the lounger quietly on her tipped toes.
Sure enough, the man on the lounger had his eyes closed quietly. His narrow and long lashes curling a little making the shape of his eyes look more defined. His nose was tall and straight and casted a shadow on his cheek. His thin lips had light makeup on and looked pale and sickly. It made one wanted to give it some colors.
Gu Nian held her breath.
Luo Xiu had new makeup applied to him. A lock of slivery white hair draped down from his forehead amidst the rest of his hair that was dark like crow feathers. The contrast was stark.
In the middle of his forehead was the drawing of a blooming youtanhua. Instead of the gold color as described in Buddhism doctrine, this one was red like blood. Against his cold, white complexion, he appeared cold and seductive.
Gu Nian used her other hand to cover her mouth as well.
Sniffled. Sniffled. Sniffled. Sniffled. This look was so perfect for her precious son. The old mother’s heart was about to melt. T ^ T
There was absolutely no reason why her son wouldn’t become popular!
Gu Nian’s motherly love swam froggy styled in the ocean for 18 rounds at the same spot before she finally regained her rationality.
The second that she had regained her rationality, she immediately noticed that her precious son didn’t have a blanket on him while he slept.
That couldn’t be!
Even in summer, the temperature varied drastically between night and day in the mountain. What if her precious son catch a cold??
Gu Nian ran over to the back area and pull out the long-sleeved jacket that she had brought with her and returned at the quickest time possible before she carefully put it over her precious son.
With her 1.6-meter height, even her jacket was all the way down to the ground in length, it wouldn’t be able to cover up Luo Xiu entirely.
Between her excitement of “my son is so tall” and sadness of “Mommy is not good enough for you”, Gu Nian carefully straightened out the corner of Luo Xiu’s clothes.
The second that Gu Nian stood up, she happened to notice that, also lying on the lounger on the other side of Luo Xiu was the very familiar….
Soft, brown covered notebook.
Gu Nian was dazed for a few seconds.
Son! Raising! Diary!
Sniffled. Sniffled. Sniffled. Sniffled. Mommy’s here to rescue you now!!
Her heart was throbbing madly from nervousness. Standing next to the lounger, Gu Nian placed one hand quietly on the armrest. Using it as leverage, she carefully reached out her other arm sinisterly toward the notebook that was lying on the other side of Luo Xiu.
She was very focused at her task.
The tips of her fingers were getting closer and closer to the notebook.
It was almost within her reach. When she was just 1 cm from touching the edge of the notebook and the distance was so close that her breath had become burning hot….
“Miss Gu.”
“! ! ? ?”
Startled, her left hand that she had been using as leverage slipped and, reflexively, she used her right hand to steady herself.
SMACK.
She might have missed Son-Raising Diary, but she didn’t miss her son…
Her claw, while delicate and fair, had a mind of its own. It held onto her precious son’s thigh steadily, precisely, and ruthlessly.
In order to make sure where it had landed, it also grabbed it reflexively a couple extra times.
Gu Nian: …..claw, do you know that you are committing a crime here? TT . TT
Gu Nian looked up in desperation.
“I can expla….”
Looking into the face that was immediately next to hers, Gu Nian suddenly paused.
Luo Xiu was smiling at her.
His voice was low from just woken up. With his spectacles gone, there was a seductive darkness coming from his dark brown eyes.
He brought his body forward some.
His black hair cascaded down the front of his shoulder with a lock of odd whiteness. Even the blood-red youtanhua in the middle of his forehead seemed to have come alive. The tint from the flower gave his cold brows and eyes a hint of stunning seductiveness from the other wise distant sacredness.
His pale thin lips parted gently.
A smile that was not a smile, he very much resembled the demonized youtanhua—