You Are My Unforgettable Love Chapter 1711 - She Is Actually Rather Adorable (1)

Chapter 1711: She Is Actually Rather Adorable (1)

As Lu Nanze wondered, the woman on the bed stirred.
She appeared restless, with anxiety and fear, as though she was having a bad dream.
“Liang Liang! I hate you!”
She suddenly cried out.
When Lu Nanze heard this, he felt an odd pain in his heart.
He stared at the woman on the bed.
When awake, Traceless was perpetually aloof and aggressively pushy.
But the Traceless at this very moment was like a jilted young girl, filled with grief.
As this thought came to him, Lu Nanze got to his feet. Traceless suddenly extended her hands, flailing them in the air, and cried, “No! Mom! No!”
She seemed to be trying to grab something, but catching only the air between her fingers. She became sorrowful at once, sobbing like a child.
Seeing such a situation, he was compelled to step forward and take her hand.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, her hand grabbed his instead as she exclaimed, “Mom, Mom, don’t leave me.”
Lu Nanze: …
Her soft whining easily melted his heart.
The normally hard-hearted man now stood there, showing no sign of objection as she held his hand.
Meanwhile, Traceless began to calm down since she finally had found something to hold on to.
As they held each other’s hand, Lu Nanze realized that her small hand, which was tightly clutching his, although soft as if boneless, had an impressively strong grip.
Not surprising really, for thieves relied on having a rapid pair of hands. And Traceless’ hands were, surely, all the more valuable.
As this thought struck him, he found himself looking down to carefully examine her hands.
Perhaps it had to do with her training. Although her fingers were fine and slender, it was very obvious that her little finger was somewhat unique—it seemed unusually long.
All her fingers were long and delicately pretty.
However on the surface, there were some light calluses. This set her distinctly apart from the pampered girls of rich families who had never done any household chores.
Lu Nanze continued to analyze her.
Although she had a frail frame, it was well proportioned.
It probably wasn’t genetics, but rather than the training she had gone through to sharpen her reflexes. Hence naturally, her body must have stopped growing at some point.
Even among women, Traceless was not tall. She was extremely petite.
As Lu Nanze contemplated this, Traceless took his hand and put it against her own face. Then, rubbing his hand against her masked face, she murmured, “Mom, your hand, it’s so cold.”
Lu Nanze: …
Her mask sat firmly against her face. It wasn’t the sort of mask that could be easily removed.
Lu Nanze thought about removing it so that she could sleep more comfortably. He reached out, but then he remembered what Traceless was like.
If he were her, then he would probably hate to have anyone see what she looked like.
On this note, the man—who had never been considerate with others in his life—actually stopped in mid-air.
Following this, he heard Traceless saying, “Mom, I want to listen to a lullaby.”
Lu Nanze: …
As a man, how could he know the sort of lullaby that her mother would sing to her?
After saying this, Traceless restlessly curled her fingers. In her dream, she was obedient and innocent. It was hard to turn down her request.