Crossing the Ark, I was picked up by Penguin Logistics at the beginning

"Angel, if someone confesses his love to you, you will..."

"It depends on what kind of person he is. If you, Texas, confess to me, I will definitely agree immediately." Red-haired Sakta put his hands behind his head, with a nonchalant look on his face. "Then you watch Sora-chan come to you crying and say, 'Wow, it was obviously me who came here first.'"

"..." Texas said expressionlessly, "I'm serious."

"Emmmmm, if we get along well, we can start as friends first... and then see." Exia didn't change her nonchalant look because of Texas' words. "Don't you have more experience in this area than me, Texas?"

Angelica was telling the truth. Logically speaking, in terms of temperament and appearance, Angelica would not be inferior to the cold and icy Rupert best friend in front of her.

But she can bring some small "surprises" to those around her from time to time, such as putting ammunition in a toy gun that makes a loud boom, or replacing the cream on the cake with mustard on a whim when cooking...

If it weren't for these reasons, as well as the widely publicized glorious achievements in Rutland, she might have received no fewer love letters than Texas.

"Hmm..." Texas was silent. She did not comment on what the Angel said, but her slightly frowned brows showed that her heart was not as calm as usual.

"Do you remember how many times you've asked me this question, Texas?" The Archangel curled up on the sofa, pressing the soft sofa into his own shape. "This is the twelfth... or thirteenth time."

Texas sighed softly.

"You are worried about Mo Yu, right? If you don't like him, just reject him like you did before." Angel of Exaltation sat up straight. "Sometimes I really don't know what kind of person can catch your eye, Texas."

"I...but..." Texas tried to explain, but no words came out.

It was indeed as Angel said, although she had received many love letters, her indifferent personality and the past that occasionally surfaced in her mind always made her subconsciously want to reject them.

"No matter how much I run, my past will always catch up with me."

She doesn't want to be caught up by her past, doesn't want her past to ruin her present life, this noisy yet peaceful life.

She would eventually have to go back, back to Syracuse, to cut off her past with her own hands.

But when she thought of this, she instantly changed from "The Texas of Penguin Logistics" to "The Lone Wolf of Syracuse".

She doesn't need anyone to accompany her, she will face it all by herself, face the past that she doesn't want to mention or recall, and only wants to escape from.

Texas' eyes dimmed slightly.

Even the usually optimistic Exiah, after seeing Texas' condition, put away his nonchalant expression and sat up straight.

"I don't want him to get involved." Texas propped himself up and stood up. "He doesn't know what he'll have to face if he's with me."

Angelica remained silent. She looked at Texas who was sitting next to her, opened her mouth, but said nothing.

She is Texas' best friend, but she cannot give Texas advice on relationships, nor will she take the initiative to interfere with Texas's ideas.

She would not delve into Texas' past, the experience from Syracuse, where the mafia was rampant, to her employment at Penguin Logistics, as well as the past that she was unwilling to mention.

She could see that Texas was indeed carrying many things that she, a Rutlander, could not understand, but she could not be the Madonna who stood on the moral high ground and said to Texas, "Put them down and embrace your present."

Angel is not that kind of person.

The past, present, and future of Texas come together to create Miss Texas today.

All Angel could do was to infect her with his emotions, so that Rupert would be less cold and more humane.

"Well, just follow your heart." Exia stood up and reached out to pat Texas' face. "Don't put on a slightly bitter expression in front of me, Texas."

"Yeah." Texas nodded slightly, pressed down the hand of the Archangel, pulled it away from his face, and returned to his original indifferent expression as if he felt nothing.

……

But in the cafe, when she wanted to tell Mo Yu directly, "I'm sorry, you are a good person, but we are not suitable," she suddenly recalled what Mo Yu said in the hall.

"Because I like you Miss Texas."

Was it a bold confession due to the sudden surge of blood? Texas didn't know, her eyes swept over Mo Yu.

The latter was sipping the coffee in the cup, and he did not show the courage he had to suddenly confess in the hall at that time. He even seemed a little restrained.

If I refuse directly, will it hurt his feelings?

Texas felt as if he had changed a little.

After working in Penguin Logistics for a long time, I was actually worried about something that I never cared about before. It would be better to cut the Gordian knot quickly, rather than a long pain, and stop his thoughts early, which might be better than letting Mo Yu be sad about it later.

"You are..." Texas began.

Mo Yu raised his head and put down the coffee cup in his hand. His dark eyes, with a bright light in them, looked into her eyes.

Is he from Yan? Or Dong? He didn't seem to know where this junior he picked up came from. The daily communication was limited to the training room. Would it be inappropriate to say "You are a good person, but we are not suitable" at this time?

Texas suddenly realized that he seemed to have never really understood this junior who clearly expressed his liking for him.

She thought back to when they first met, Mo Yu had a sword against his neck, but he was still able to say "don't die" to her who was seriously injured and dying. She thought back to the scene where the obviously weak boy relied on Originium skills to train overtime every day.

She looked at Mo Yu in front of her.

"Why... do you like me?"

The words that should have been a rejection were swallowed down and replaced with a less precise question.

And Texas has the answer.

An answer that she found hard to believe, yet longed to believe.

And this was the first time that someone, knowing her past, could still smile and say to her, "I hope to stand shoulder to shoulder with you and face everything you need to face."