Huanhuan always has a special feeling for this fortune-telling stone. It has not lost its function, it is just sleeping. As long as the right method is found, it can be turned on again.
This fortune-telling stone and Xiao Che's cane are both from Easter Island. They are made of the same material and have the same ability to predict. She has long wanted to study what secrets it contains. There were many things before.
, I have no time to spare, now I can finally calm down and think about it.
"Huanhuan," at this time, Mo Sheng came closer and sat opposite her, staring deeply at her with his persistent eyes.
Huanhuan raised her eyes and smiled at him, "What's the matter?" Like everyone else, she was grateful to Mo Sheng. If it weren't for him, Mo Jia would never have come back.
"How have you been these days?" he asked in a gentle tone.
"Very good." Huanhuan replied cheerfully.
Mo Sheng's eyes burned, "Is it really okay?"
Huanhuan's eyes turned slightly, he put down the fortune telling stone and looked at him seriously, "Mo Sheng, what do you want to say?"
Hearing her question, Mo Sheng could no longer restrain his feelings. He went over to hold her hand and knelt on the ground. His feelings, which he had concealed for so long, blossomed without reservation at this moment. Even,
He didn't care. This was Mojia's territory, the headquarters of the K-party that even Kule would be afraid of. This might be his only opportunity to express his feelings deeply, and he didn't want to miss it just like that.
"Can I say that I have fallen in love with you a long time ago? Can I say that I have loved you for as long as he did?" He held her hands tightly, and under his frown, there was a pair of eyes filled with a touch of sadness.
, "Huanhuan, I just want an opportunity. I don't want to miss it again and again. That's not fair to me."
Huanhuan did not withdraw her hand in a hurry, but smiled softly, lowered her eyes, and chewed on the two words, "Fair..." She took a deep breath, looked at Mo Sheng again, and said in a clear voice,
"To be fair, God is unfair to Mojia. He has been waiting for me for hundreds of years before we meet in this life. Why should I not love him and protect him?"
Mo Sheng's body shook in vain, and his eyes narrowed, even more hurt, "Have you ever thought that maybe he is not suitable for you? How much suffering have you suffered during the time you were with him? Huanhuan,
Sober up, I can give you the stability and happiness you need..."
Huanhuan shook her head and took her hand out of his big palm, "Mo Sheng, have you ever really loved? Even if it hurts and is hard, you won't cry out tired. Because that person is worth your efforts.
It is worth waiting for you, and only this person can bring you happiness. Even if there is a hail of bullets every day, as long as two people can be together, it will be a stable world."
Mo Sheng clenched his fists, twitching with pain.
Huanhuan said softly, "Mo Sheng, you don't really love me."
Seeing that Mo Sheng wanted to confess, Huan Huan smiled and waved his hand, "Maybe you haven't even discovered it yourself. You don't actually hate Mo Jia. You just long for everything he has. Even if you think you can let it go now.
Even though you hate him, you still long for his happiness. In your subconscious, those around Mojia are the best ones. In fact, you don’t even want to look at the people around you anymore."
Mo Sheng smiled to himself and stood up unsteadily, his expression gloomy, "Is this your excuse for rejecting me?"
Huanhuan's eyes became softer and softer, "I reject you, I don't need an excuse at all."
"Then why do you say that I long for something from him? My feelings for you have always been the one thing I am most certain of! Now, you want to erase even this sincerity..." Mo Sheng's voice was low.
Depressed, "You are the only one I want to fight for with my sincerity. Even if... I am not sure, I will come here regardless of the consequences. I just want to tell you that I put my heart into it..."
Huanhuan also stood up and faced him, "Mo Sheng, I have never given you anything, and your sincerity is not worth using on me. You have helped me before, and I am very grateful, but
, that can’t shake my heart. If I say I’m sorry and it makes you feel better, then I’ll apologize to you.”
"No need!" Mo Shengsu took a deep breath, and the pride he still needed to maintain quickly armed him. Looking at Huanhuan's eyes, he was entangled, struggling, and a trace of heartbreaking loss, "I
Loving you is not a mistake."
Turning around, he strode away.
It wasn't until he disappeared from sight that Huanhuan sat down slumped, covering her face with her hands, her shoulders shaking slightly.
At this time, a black figure slowly walked down the stairs and came to her side. His warm palm pressed on her shoulder, and an invisible force was passed to her.
Huanhuan raised her head, with a drop of unwiped tear left in the corner of her eye. She opened her mouth bitterly, trying her best to look as if nothing had happened, "Am I bad for saying such hurtful words to him?"
Mojia lowered his head, held her in his arms, put his chin on the top of her head, and slowly said, "That is the fastest way to heal his pain."
Huanhuan bit her lip in self-blame. How could she not know how Mo Sheng felt about her? Even if he had hurt her indirectly, she had never really hated him. However, her heart could no longer tolerate others. She couldn't.
I watched helplessly as he continued to torture himself.
She wanted him to hate her.
Mo Sheng drove the car very fast and rushed straight out of the mountain. He did not slow down when he encountered a turn. He held the steering wheel tightly with both hands and gave two quick hammer blows.
If his love is not recognized, what else can he do?
From birth to now, he is still Mo Sheng, nothing has changed. He has always been the same person.
After driving for an unknown amount of time, he rushed down the mountain and slammed on the brakes, causing the car to make a squeaking sound.
Seeing the person standing in front of him, he was stunned, "You..."
Standing at the bottom of the slope was a woman wearing a black robe. She slowly raised her head and pulled off the hat on her head, revealing her long black hair, hanging down on her chest. An alluring and peerless face, revealed bit by bit.
When he came out, Mo Sheng was shocked.
He jumped off the sports car, hesitated for a moment, and then walked over, "Your face..."
Yan Xihua's calm eyes showed no emotion or anger, and her voice was still as clear and sweet as before, but it became colder, "I just got back what I deserved."
Mo Sheng's brows gradually tightened, and he asked in disbelief, "You...you did something to the evil beast?"