Three days later, Mo Tieyi was buried, and the Mo family returned to its original peace.
Huanhuan stayed awake for three days. Sitting on the balcony, from dawn to sunset, whenever there was light, she would carefully recall every moment of her acquaintance with Mojia. When night fell, she would
Slowly close your eyes to prevent yourself from seeing the darkness.
The door was opened, Huanhuan was still sitting motionless on the balcony, looking at the sky in trance.
Behind her, someone slowly approached, and there was an aura she was familiar with, which made the air around her feel chilly, and gave off a faint coolness of exhaustion.
"Why are you sitting here?" His voice was a little hoarse.
Huanhuan lowered her eyes, turned around a little, smiled slightly at the man behind her, "The air is good."
"Yeah," Mojia just responded, then took off his suit jacket and walked inside.
"Is your injury feeling better?"
"Well, much better."
Huanhuan looked at him and asked softly, "Mojia, when will we go back?"
He paused for a moment and did not look back. He just said lightly, "In a few days, I want to spend a few more days with grandpa."
"Oh." Huanhuan didn't ask any more questions.
The two of them acted as if nothing had happened, and the atmosphere was harmonious and quiet.
No one mentioned that matter. Both of them knew that it was just like a virus. No nourishing oxygen could be given to it. Otherwise, once it spreads, it would no longer be controllable and would never return to its original state.
Huanfan was about to get up, but unexpectedly, as soon as he got up, he fell to the ground with a "thud", and there was a big red swelling on his forehead.
"What's wrong?" Mojia turned back and pulled her up. When he saw the injury on her forehead and her pale face, he frowned. He wanted to say something, but swallowed it back and just helped her up.
Walk around the room.
Huanhuan's legs were limp and she had no strength. She almost couldn't get up as soon as she reached the bed. Mojia's eyebrows became tighter and tighter, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Huanhuan shook his head and smiled, "It's nothing, I just didn't eat."
His tone became harder, "Why don't you eat?"
Huanhuan got under the quilt and said calmly, "I forgot."
"You can even forget to eat?" His face showed sullenness.
Huanhuan paused for a moment, then lowered his eyebrows and said softly, "Everyone is busy and may have forgotten me."
Mo Jia was startled, "No one brought you food?"
"……Um."
He gritted his teeth, "When?"
Huanhuan turned over, as if she was very tired, and said lightly, "Three days."
Mo Jia suddenly narrowed his eyes, and his whole body was covered by a sinister cold air, "You... haven't eaten in three days?"
Huanhuan didn't seem to care at all and said "Yeah" casually.
If he hadn't asked, she would have almost forgotten that she hadn't eaten for so long. To be honest, she really didn't care.
"Damn it!" Mojia strode out. Not long after, his angry voice came from below, "Sister Zhong! Why didn't anyone go upstairs to deliver food to Huanhuan?"
Several maids in the living room immediately lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.
"Uh," Sister Zhong seemed stunned and didn't think of anything. Then she said apologetically, "Young Master, I was negligent."
Mo Jia stared at her with cold and sinister eyes, "Fire everyone!"
Sister Zhong said in shock, "Young Master, this..."
Mo Jia said word by word, "I said fire!" After saying that, he turned around and walked to the kitchen, cooked some porridge with his own hands, and then brought it upstairs.
Huanhuan fell asleep, hugging his pillow, and slept peacefully.
Mojia put the porridge on the table and stared at her, his eyes becoming deep and unspeakable.
For three days, that scene has always lingered in front of his eyes. She stood in front of his grandfather's bed, her hands stained with blood holding the knife stuck in his chest...
He slowly closed his eyes and tried his best to shake off the scene in front of him, and then woke her up and said, "Huanhuan, get up and eat something."
Huanhuan opened her eyes in confusion. Mojia helped her up and brought the porridge in front of her. Huanhuan picked up the spoon and gently scooped up a small mouthful, put it into her mouth, and ate silently.
Mo Jia was sitting next to him, and neither of them said a word.
Huanhuan ate up the entire bowl of porridge, and when she handed the bowl over, she noticed that Mo Jia's eye circles were slightly red. She lowered her eyes and asked softly, "Mo Jia, can we not go back?"
Mojia took a deep breath, raised his eyes and looked at her, "Give me some time, okay?"
He wanted to digest this fact, wanted to forget that scene, and wanted to continue loving her, so he needed time.
Huanhuan lowered her eyes, nodded, and lay down again, "I want to sleep."
Looking at her with her back to him, Mojia didn't say anything, he just tucked the quilt in for her, his movements still so gentle and full of love.
When I heard him push the door open and leave, the tears in my eyes fell silently.
She knew very well that they could never go back. Even if he pretended that nothing had happened and continued to love and pamper herself, the scar in her heart was a pain that could not be healed. That kind of whitewashed illusion was not her
want.
Maybe, one day, one moment, one fragment, he will remember that she cannot accept even a trace of alienation and resentment.
Just thinking about that kind of outcome makes her heart feel like it is torn apart. As the reincarnation of her husband, she is no longer qualified to stay by his side. It is very likely that a second or third Mo Tieyi will appear. His
Sooner or later, tolerance will become a burden that makes her heartache.
At least, she still has memories now...
Afraid that she would be hungry when she woke up, Mojia filled another bowl of porridge and planned to put it next to her so that she could eat it at any time. When he opened the door, the bed was already empty. He put down the porridge and walked towards the room inside.
In the bathroom, when I opened the door, Huanhuan was nowhere to be seen.
"Huanhuan?" Mo Jia searched the entire room but still couldn't find it.
The faint anxiety in his heart made him impatient. He immediately left the room and called Mu Chuan, "Go find Huanhuan right away!"
"Sister-in-law?" Mu Chuan wanted to ask something, but when he saw his ugly face, he swallowed it and hurriedly asked people to look around.
After searching for half an hour, Huanhuan could not be found. It was only then that Mu Chuan realized the seriousness of the matter, "Boss, I have searched all over and still can't find my sister-in-law!"
His heart was beating fast, and something important was leaking out little by little. Mojia turned around suddenly, jumped into the sports car, started the engine, and rushed out of the door like an arrow. Mu Chuan did not dare to neglect, and quickly drove to follow.