Morning Star

The three questions were more serious than the last, but Chujiu had considered them. But she thought they were not a big deal. At least, they were far from enough compared to his body.

She said seriously, "I know that the help God's Domain wants me to do is definitely dangerous, but it doesn't necessarily mean I will die. As for Liu Yue's matter, at worst I can go and discuss it with the God's Domain manager. It's not impossible to talk about it."

She raised her hands and held his hands in hers: "Xingxing, God's Domain has a way to heal your injuries. Shall we go to God's Domain?"

After hearing her words, Mo Xinglan's blood-red eyes were filled with frost, and his gloomy face was just as gloomy as the weather at the moment.

How could she help with something that even the God Realm couldn't solve? Could she have any connection with the God Realm?

He pulled his hand out of her palm and said coldly, "If curing my wound will bring you unknown danger, I would rather not cure it. Even if this body remains like this for the rest of my life, I am willing to do so."

"But I don't want to!"

Mo Xinglan's words were like a fuse, causing the resentment and anger that she had endured for so many days to burst out.

Her hands were clenched tightly at her sides, and her voice became louder with anger: "You are worried that I will be in danger, but I am also worried about your health! I told you that I just want you to be well!"

"When you want to protect me, I also want to protect you. I also hope you can be healthy!"

I was so excited that tears were about to overflow from my eyes. Not only were my eyes watery, but they were also red.

She has said these words many times, openly and secretly, but it seems that in his eyes, she is a person who cannot protect herself, and she can only grow up under his wings. But she doesn't want to, she also wants to grow up, and wants to protect him. She also hopes that he can rely on her occasionally.

But he always took everything on himself and never stopped to let her help.

tick tock...

Bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky, hitting the roof, the ground, flowers, plants and leaves.

Amid the sound of rain, Mo Xinglan stared at her for a few moments, his long eyelashes slightly drooping, using them to hide the emotions in his eyes.

After a moment of silence, he raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. His lips trembled, and he pulled the corners of his mouth forcefully: "I know."

How could he not know? But he was really afraid of losing her too.

I don’t want to continue this topic anymore.

Caressing her warm cheek, he gently raised his lips and said, "It's raining. Let's go back quickly. Can we not talk about this anymore?"

"Snapped!"

"Not good!" Chujiu angrily slapped his hand away.

He was startled, and before he could react, he saw her yelling at him with tears in her eyes: "You don't understand at all! You don't know at all! You don't understand at all! You don't understand me at all! You always..."

"Then tell me how I can understand you?!"

He finally interrupted her angrily, "Does handing you over to the Divine Realm and letting you fall into unknown danger mean that I understand you? How much do you know about the Divine Realm? What do you think the Divine Realm is a place where you can leave whenever you want? Why do you think they won't lie to you?"

The sound of raindrops was getting louder and louder, and the two people's voices were almost drowned out by it.

The heavy rain soaked both of them, but neither of them planned to take shelter in the corridor. In this depressing atmosphere, they seemed to have forgotten about taking shelter.

Neither of them would admit defeat.

In the heavy rain, the girl couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain that was sliding down her face. She clenched her fists tightly and said, "Then why do you think I will definitely be in danger in the future? How much do you know about the God's Realm? Why do you think they will lie to me?"

"You don't trust others, and I can't believe just a few words. What gives you the right to decide what I think?"

He was always like this, he wanted her to think the same way as he thought, and he didn't allow her to trust anyone he didn't trust.

This is not right, why doesn't he know this?

Mo Xinglan's face became paler and paler in the rain, and his body began to tremble slightly.

I don’t know if it was because I was angry or because I got caught in the rain, but my head hurt more and more, I felt a little dizzy, and even my chest hurt.

"...It's up to you." He took a deep breath, and his pale lips trembled slightly. His voice was hoarse and restrained, but it was not obvious under the interference of the rain.

Knowing that he would gain nothing if he continued like this, he threw down two words and turned away.

Chujiu was left standing there in a daze.

However, he hadn't taken a few steps when his body began to stagger. Fresh red blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth, and then he fell to the ground.

Chujiu didn't have time to scream. He stared in horror and ran over subconsciously.

Fortunately, Mo Xinglan didn't take a few steps, and fortunately she ran fast and caught the falling figure.

Looking at the person with closed eyes in her arms, she realized what she had just said and done. But it was too late to regret.

He ran wildly holding the person in his arms, leaving behind balls of rain wherever he passed and a drop of blood at regular intervals.

She was wrong. She shouldn't have lost her temper with him, shouldn't have made him angry, and shouldn't have let him get wet in the rain.

While running, he used his spiritual energy to dry the water off himself and his body. But even so, he was still very cold.

The bedroom was busy for a while and then became quiet, but the atmosphere in the air became more solemn.

The door was closed, and the large bathtub in the room was steaming, with many herbs floating on the warm water. The water was warm, but the body of the unconscious person in the water was cold.

Chujiu sat next to the bathtub, looking quiet, but only she knew how painful it was.

She used to be afraid of death, but since the day he was injured, she was no longer afraid of death. As long as he was by her side, she was not afraid of anything. The only thing she was afraid of was that he would die, and that he would be killed by her.

Sitting next to the bathtub, she held one of his hands in her palms, and spiritual energy slowly circulated around his body.

The spring rain was getting colder and colder. After an unknown amount of time, Chujiu was already weak and pale due to excessive use of spiritual energy. Fortunately, Mo Xinglan's cool body finally returned to normal temperature.

She then pulled the man out of the water, dried the water off his body, put him on the bed, and put on a piece of clothing for him.

It's getting darker, night is falling...

After a few days, the rain stopped and started again.

After watching over him for a few days, the person on the bed finally woke up.

"Stars." She called softly as always.

Mo Xinglan propped himself up and tried to sit up. Seeing this, Chujiu quickly got up and supported him.

She adjusted the pillow, supported him against the head of the bed, and sat back on the chair beside the bed. She buried her head, twisted her hands again and again, and said nothing.

She didn't speak, and neither did Mo Xinglan. The two of them remained silent.

Mo Xinglan is used to putting the book he has read recently on the bedside table and reading it when he has free time to rest.

The two of them fell into silence at this moment. He had nothing to do, so he took the book from the bedside table and started reading.

The two hadn't spoken a word to each other since Mo Xinglan woke up the whole morning. One was half lying on the bed flipping through the book in his hand, and the other was sitting beside him with his eyes downcast, not knowing what he was thinking.

By noon, the rain outside had not stopped yet and the sky was gloomy. It looked like the rain was not going to stop.

Shi Yuan came in with a hot lunch, placed it on the table in the outer room, and then went out and closed the door.

There were only two people left in the room. The air seemed to freeze, and no one moved to eat. Only the smoke from the food slowly rose.

Time passed slowly, the sound of rain outside the window did not stop, but the smoke rising from the dining table inside the house had dissipated. A thin layer of oil condensed on the surface of the boiled dish.

The food was already cold, and Shi Yuan, who was guarding outside the door, would not come in without receiving the order.

Although Mo Xinglan was holding a book in his hand, he hadn't turned a page for a long time. His blood-red eyes were half-hidden by his long drooping eyelashes, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

Chujiu has been sitting on the chair, and even though her butt is tired, she refuses to move. She lowers her head, blinks from time to time, and stirs the hem of her skirt with her hands.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Suddenly, Mo Xinglan frowned slightly, covered his lips and started coughing lightly. His face became even paler and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Hearing his cough, Chujiu, who had been keeping his head down, trembled and finally reacted.

After hesitating for a moment, he stood up and walked to the table to pour a glass of warm water, then returned to the bed and handed it to him.

She thought he wouldn't take it, and when she was still wondering how to get him to drink the water, the cup in her hand was taken away.

When that fair and slender hand touched her hand, a chill instantly passed from his fingertips to her brain. She suddenly became worried and opened her mouth but said nothing.

After watching him finish drinking the water, he took the cup and put it back, then sat back down and bit the tender flesh of his lower lip.

"I……"

"I……"

They both spoke in unison, stopping again after only one word.

After a few moments of silence, Mo Xinglan sighed and said softly, "What do you want to say?"

Chujiu tightened his hands on his knees: "I was wrong. I will listen to you in the future. I will be obedient. Yes, I will try not to make you angry."

She couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't make him angry in the future, but she would try her best to pay attention to her words and actions and reduce the number of times she made him angry.

Mo Xinglan was slightly stunned, his eyelashes drooping slightly: "... Yeah."

He naturally hoped that she would be more obedient. However, although he answered like this, he knew that with her temper, she would soon forget what she said today.