Morning Star

Chapter 212 What else can you do besides crying?

After a moment, her eyelashes trembled and her pupils gradually focused. She raised her left wrist and removed the gauze on it. New cuts were revealed on her already scarred wrist.

Looking at the bloody wounds, he had a bitter smile on his face, and sometimes the smile turned cold.

He just wanted her to owe him, the more the better. Since she didn't like him, she should owe him.

He took out a dagger and cut the new cut again. Trickles of blood flowed down the cut into the medicine bowl.

The medicine in the bowl was so black that even if bright red blood fell into it, it would still be black.

When he saw that it was almost healed, he bandaged the wound on his wrist with gauze again.

He stuffed a pill in his mouth, supported himself on the table and stood up. He held his dizzy head for a while, then took the pill to Chujiu's room.

I looked up and saw her holding the thick book that Zhan Kongming gave her and reading it with her head down.

He walked slowly to the bedside and handed her the medicine in his hand expressionlessly: "Drink it."

Chujiu then noticed him coming in, looked up at him and then at the medicine in his hand. After hesitating for a moment, he put the book into the storage ring and brought the medicine over. This action caused the wound on his left shoulder to sting, and he gasped but didn't cry out in pain like before.

He took the medicine, lowered his eyes and looked at it, swallowed, took a deep breath, put it to his lips, and drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking it, he found that the medicine was not actually bitter, but rather had the sweetness of his blood.

I handed him the bowl, and when he took it, my eyes were fixed on the circles of gauze wrapped around his wrists. I looked away and whispered, "Next time if you do this, I won't drink it."

Mo Xinglan turned around and walked towards the table, but his steps suddenly froze when she finished speaking. After a moment, he continued walking as if nothing had happened, and said in a light voice, "It's up to you."

"Mo Xinglan you..." Chujiu was furious after hearing this, and turned his head to stare at his back angrily. But the next moment, his words stopped abruptly.

Looking at Mo Xinglan's back, whose body swayed slightly as he leaned against the table, I couldn't help but feel a sense of sourness.

He has really lost a lot of weight.

Why is this happening? Since when did it start to be like this?

Her eyes gradually became misty, and warm tears dripped down her cheeks. She did not make a sound.

"Why are you crying?" Mo Xinglan's voice suddenly rang out.

When she turned her head to look, she realized that he had returned to the bed.

With tears in her eyes, she burst into tears. She said nothing but curled up into a ball, hugged her legs, buried her head in her knees, and cried.

"..."

Mo Xinglan's face froze, he opened his mouth and pursed it into a straight line, sitting on a chair beside the bed in silence.

……

Darkness gradually enveloped the entire Piaomiao Domain, and thousands of lights began to light up one by one.

Chu Furong, Gao Yashan and Zhuohua came back from outside. The old shopkeeper just put the last dish on the table, wiped his hands and took out a few empty bowls.

Chu Furong picked up the empty bowl, filled it with some food and placed it on the table, and asked Gao Yashan to bring it over.

She felt that the relationship between Chujiu and Mo Xinglan was a little subtle these days, and this subtlety was not developing in a good direction, but in a bad direction. She didn't want to see that scene, lest she be worried.

As soon as Gao Yashan walked into Chujiu's room, he felt an invisible depression in the air.

I looked up and found one sitting on the bed with his head down, and another sitting on a chair beside the bed with his head down. No one was talking. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

He didn't know how long the two of them had been in this state, and he didn't know how to break the silence.

After a moment of silence, he watched the two of them stammer and speak: "Um... that... Xiaojiu, Mr. Mo, it's time to eat."

Neither of them moved, and even Chujiu didn't say a word this time.

After a while, Gao Yashan thought for a moment and said, "It's better to speak out if there's anything you want to say. Nothing will be solved if we just keep standing there like this."

At this time, Chujiu sighed and looked at Gao Yashan, smiling at him: "Thank you, Brother Yashan."

"Uh...it's okay. Then I won't disturb you from eating."

He scratched his head, turned and left the room.

Chujiu watched Gao Yashan close the door and sighed again. Without looking at Mo Xinglan who still had his head down, he slowly got out of bed.

He sat down at the table and started eating.

After eating one-third of the meal, he looked at the motionless Mo Xinglan, took a deep breath, and said calmly: "Aren't you hungry?"

"..."

Mo Xinglan's long eyelashes trembled but he did not move or speak.

Chujiu was a little annoyed when he saw this. He turned around and didn't bother to look at him anymore. He just lowered his head and ate by himself.

She could eat it if she wanted to. Anyway, she called him and he didn't eat it.

Just as I took a bite of rice, I heard the door open. I turned around and saw Mo Xinglan leaving.

She turned around and stared at the food in front of her, slammed the chopsticks in her hand on the table, and tears fell again.

She angrily raised her hand to wipe away her tears and cursed: "Cry, cry, cry, all you know is to cry. What else can you do besides crying?"

But as she spoke, the tears seemed to be against her and kept flowing out. Finally, she couldn't help but lie on the table and burst into tears again.

Mo Xinglan, who had just walked out of the room, paused after hearing this, leaned against the wall and stared at the ground in a daze.

The two did not see each other for several days, and each stayed in his own room. But Mo Xinglan still made medicine, but he asked Chu Furong to deliver the medicine to Chu Jiu's room. He also did not add his own blood to the medicine.

Chujiu's injuries gradually healed. As soon as he got better, he couldn't wait to go out for a walk.

Chu Furong told her that today was the third to last day of the Challenge Festival and it was almost over so she naturally had to cherish this opportunity to watch the competition.

When I went out, I thought I wouldn't see Mo Xinglan. Chu Furong said she would wait for her downstairs, but when she got downstairs, she saw Mo Xinglan there too. I was stunned for a moment and didn't look at him. He took Chu Furong and walked ahead, leaving the three young men behind.

On the way, Chujiu tried to avoid Mo Xinglan as much as possible, and pulled Chu Furong to ask questions here and there, but she was absent-minded every time. She would feel anxious whenever she thought of Mo Xinglan behind her.

At this moment, a familiar roar suddenly sounded from the crowd: "Mo Xinglan!"

The first person to be alarmed among the group was not Mo Xinglan himself but Chujiu who had been trying to avoid him.

"What's going on?" She looked in the direction of the voice.

However, before he could see who it was, he only felt a strong wind blowing past his ear, and the next moment a loud bang sounded behind him.

He was startled and turned around to look, and his pupils immediately dilated.

Mo Mingjie raised his sword and slashed at Mo Xinglan without caring about his life, while Mo Xinglan dodged his sword in the crowd.

Wherever Mo Mingjie passed, no one was spared, whether it was people or stalls. People who saw him stepped back to avoid being in trouble.

He used every move with anger and left no room for maneuver, his eyes were red as if he wanted to kill Mo Xinglan. Although this was full of loopholes for Mo Xinglan, Mo Xinglan had to spend a lot of energy just to hide around with injuries on his body.