Be a Good Boy and Marry Me

“Wow, why do you have so many professional architectural books here? And so many architectural models? Haha, quite a few of them are out of print collections too! Love it, love it!”

The secret room was large, surrounded by several bookcases, all filled with books on architecture.

In the middle was a four-meter-long glass display case, inside of which were all kinds of models.

In the blink of an eye, Gu Li was thrilled, feeling dazzled by all she was seeing, wishing she had more pairs of eyes.

“Brother Ting, did you bring me here especially to brush up on my knowledge because you were worried that I might not get into Imperial City University?”

The girl hit the nail on the head about Mo Shiting’s intention.

Yet, someone was acting aloof and refused to admit it: “Dream on! I just remembered this place hasn’t been cleaned in a while, and I was afraid it was getting dusty, so I brought you here to do some cleaning.”

“Huh—”

Gu Li wrinkled her nose, not believing him at all.

She had just touched the tabletop as it was clean and dust-free. Dusty? No way.

She hastily opened one of the “Architectural Space Thinking” books, but as soon as she flipped to the first page, a bookmark suddenly fell from the book onto the floor.

Gu Li immediately bent down to pick it up.

There were two lines of powerful handwriting on the bookmark, and judging by the date it was written, it seemed a bit old.

Gu Li pursed her lips, whispering to herself: “Without indifference, there can be no enlightenment; without tranquillity, there can be no progress!”

Signed: [Mo Xinghe]

“Who is Mo Xinghe?”

With the bookmark in hand, Gu Li looked at Mo Shiting not far away.

Upon hearing the three characters “Mo Xinghe”, Mo Shiting’s expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure and said lightly, “That’s my father.”

“Oh.”

Gu Li nodded slightly, her eyes falling on the bookmark once again, feeling inexplicably familiar with the handwriting.

“Your father’s handwriting is very beautiful. Do you have any other work of his to appreciate?”

As Gu Li asked, she had already reached for another book on the shelf.

At this moment, identifying his father’s handwriting seemed more important to her than studying.

Mo Shiting, unaware of her motive, honestly replied, “These books are all his, there should be handwriting in every one.”

Sure enough, as soon as his words fell, Gu Li pulled out another bookmark.

[The life of a building lies in its beauty.]

After studying it a few times, Gu Li still found the handwriting familiar and couldn’t help but continue to search.

Before long, she quickly went through more than a dozen books, studying each and every bookmark repeatedly. A certain thought in her heart slowly took shape.

She carefully put the bookmarks back in their original places and then slowly composed herself from her excitement, struggling to do so with the first book she picked up in her arms.

“Brother Ting?”

She called for Mo Shiting softly, but her voice was trembling slightly, possibly due to the extreme nervousness and excitement.

Mo Shiting noticed her unsettled state and walked over. He reached out and touched her forehead, “You don’t have a fever, are you feeling unwell somewhere?”

Gu Li waved his hand away with a smile, steadying her emotions before asking: “Do you have a photo of your father?”

Over the years, through her attention and investigation of him, Gu Li knew that his father died in a plane crash 20 years ago, and his mother ruthlessly abandoned him and never returned after moving abroad.

However, both parents had kept a very low profile, to the point where Gu Li still had no idea what they looked like.

Mo Shiting shook his head, “No.”

“Then???? ”

“It’s been almost 20 years, I can’t remember what they look like.”

Mo Shiting tried to sound casual, but his clenched fists betrayed his painful feelings.

Gu Li held his hands, suddenly feeling unable to continue probing him. Moreover, under these circumstances, she couldn’t tell him that his father might still be alive..