Morning Star

Chapter 211 She's Going to Leave Anyway

After an unknown amount of time, the girl slowly woke up and was stunned for a moment. She looked around and saw Mo Xinglan sleeping beside the bed.

After a moment of silence, the corners of her mouth lifted up unconsciously, and she felt warm in her heart. She moved her body to get closer to him, but suddenly she thought of something and stopped.

After looking at him for a while, she turned her head and stared at the top of the bed curtain in a daze.

What happened to Lingyun Whip? And what happened to her at that time?

Thinking of this, she felt it necessary to ask Piaomiao.

"Piaomiao, come out here."

"What's the matter?"

"Let me ask you, is the original owner's soul still there?" Chujiu went straight to the point.

Piaomiao still answered without any emotion: "No. Don't worry."

"Then why did I have such a strong resentment when I competed with Mo Yun before?" Why is this Piao Miao a little unreliable?

"Maybe it's your emotions that are playing tricks on you. Here's a calming spell. Does the missioner need a copy?"

"Thank you, but it's not necessary! Are you kidding me? That's not my emotion. Are you afraid that something has gone wrong? I think you need some repair." Chujiu was depressed.

Piaomiao: "..."

Piaomiao remained silent, indicating that he didn't want to pay attention to her.

"Hey! Hey! Piaomiao! Piaomiao!" Chujiu shouted loudly, but got no response at all.

"He ran away again."

It really lives up to its name. Ethereal, ethereal, and erratic.

I sighed and stopped thinking about it. The face I saw before I passed out appeared in my mind.

Is that true? Xiao Xiao, is that you?

The memories of Xiao Xiao resurfaced bit by bit, including every word and every expression Xiao Xiao said to her before he died.

In fact, it has been a long time, but her memory of that moment is still clear.

Xiao Xiao is one year older than her. She has known Xiao Xiao since she can remember and they are good sisters. Because Xiao Xiao and her parents are childhood sweethearts.

She had heard her mother say that if she and Xiao Xiao were of different genders, then they should be together. If they were of the same gender, then they should be good sisters or brothers for life. In fact, this was also the case for her and Xiao Xiao.

They were the best of sisters until Xiao Xiao passed away three years ago. Although they had occasional quarrels, they would make up soon.

In the year after Xiao Xiao's death, she even felt abandoned by the whole world. She had not yet completely gotten used to being alone until the day before she came into this world.

"Xiao Xiao...is that you?" She muttered to herself, staring blankly at the top of the bed curtain.

She didn't notice that the person lying on the edge of the bed had woken up and had been looking at her for a while.

Mo Xinglan's eyes narrowed coldly: "Who is Xiao Xiao?"

"?!" Chujiu was startled and looked back at him, "You, you're awake."

"Who is Xiao Xiao?" He asked again with a cold face, as if he didn't hear what she said.

Chujiu propped herself up on the bed and sat up. The wound on her shoulder was in pain and her face turned pale. Fortunately, she practiced the Zhenggang Xuangu Gong and her bones healed quickly.

Leaning against the bedside, he looked at the gloomy Mo Xinglan beside the bed and sighed, "My friend. You wouldn't recognize her even if I told you. Anyway... I can't see her anymore."

As she spoke, she lowered her eyelashes and pulled the corners of her mouth to make herself sound more relaxed, but her voice was trembling.

Mo Xinglan remained silent and didn't ask any more questions.

Time passed slowly in the silence between the two.

After a long time, Chujiu could no longer bear the silence and asked, "How long... have I slept?"

He slowly raised his eyes and replied, "Two days."

"Two more days." She sighed.

"soon."

"is it?"

"Ah."

"..."

There was another moment of silence.

A quarter of an hour later, Chujiu became extremely annoyed and was about to collapse due to this inexplicable silence.

He sighed and looked at him: "That..."

After a closer look, she frowned and realized that he didn't look very good. She asked uncertainly, "You...did you use your own blood again..."

"I'm sorry." Mo Xinglan suddenly interrupted her and looked up into her eyes and said.

Her words were stuck in her throat. After a long while, she asked in confusion, "Why are you apologizing all of a sudden?"

What had he done to offend her?

I saw him lower his eyes, his long eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids, and I couldn't see the emotion in his eyes. I heard him say in a deep voice: "I will heal your body."

After hearing his words, Chujiu's eyes froze, he opened his mouth and lowered his eyelashes: "You don't have to do this for me. And you are injured too, you don't have to be distracted by me, it's not a big deal."

She was going to... go anyway. Why bother worrying about what would happen to this body?

After hearing this, Mo Xinglan's lips trembled and then closed. After a moment of silence, he opened his lips again with a slightly hoarse voice: "Is it because... you will leave sooner or later?"

So it doesn't matter to her what this body becomes?

"..." She lowered her head, her heart trembling, and remained silent, her hands tightly clenched on the quilt.

After a while, she looked up at him, but met his dark eyes. If she stared at him for a long time, she would be deeply immersed in them. She quickly turned her head away: "Don't think too much. Who can predict the future? Besides, I, I never said I wanted to leave."

"Oh, really?" He sneered, and his eyes became more gloomy when he looked at her, but there was a hint of bitterness hidden in them.

Chujiu sighed, feeling a little depressed. He would be like this every time he talked about this. Every time, the atmosphere was suffocating. She didn't like this feeling.

She raised her eyes and met his frighteningly cold eyes: "Let's not talk about this anymore, okay?"

His eyes flickered and he changed the subject: "I, I'm in a lot of pain, you, you think of a way..."

She lost her confidence at the end. It sounded unreasonable.

Mo Xinglan pulled the corner of his mouth in self-mockery and said lightly: "If you are in pain, I will find a way. What about me? What should I do?"

"I..." She opened her mouth but didn't know what to say. She also felt that it was wrong to say that. She raised her eyes to look at him in panic, but saw that his eyes were full of sadness, as if he had been abandoned by the world.

He closed his mouth and slowly lowered his eyes, and spoke after a while: "I'm sorry..."

Only now did she realize that she could do nothing but say sorry to him.

He was right. If she was injured and unconscious, he could still find a way to save her and heal her. But if he was injured and unconscious, she could do nothing and had to hope that he would wake up and save herself.

"Right..."

"That's enough, stop talking." He interrupted her with a gentle scolding.

Chujiu paused, grabbed the quilt tightly with his hands, and twisted it into a ball.

The two of them remained silent for the third time. This time, no one spoke to break the silence.

Half an hour later, Mo Xinglan slowly stood up and left Chujiu's room without saying anything.

Chujiu lowered his head and asked nothing. The moment Mo Xinglan left the room, a tear ran down his cheek and fell on the back of his hand that was tightly holding the quilt.

Mo Xinglan went downstairs holding the railing, and went to the kitchen to pour the boiled medicine into the bowl. After pouring the medicine, he did not rush to take it away, but stared at the dark medicine absentmindedly, as if in a daze.