To her disappointment, she found only an antique white gauze dress and a colorful dagger. What caught her eye was that the dagger was encrusted with five-colored gemstones. Just as Moxiaoji was about to pick up the dagger to examine whether the gems were real, Hao Lianyu dragged her away in terror.
She remembered Hao Lianyu’s face was pale as white jade. He forcefully dragged Moxiaoji to the back of his house, looked around, and then breathed heavily. With his dark eyes, he seriously told Moxiaoji: “Never let grandmother know you opened that chest. You must tell her that you were at my house with me and never left.”
Moxiaoji had never seen Hao Lianyu so serious before, and she silently nodded. Because of Hao Lianyu’s fearful expression, Moxiaoji kept this secret, which became their biggest shared secret.
From that moment, Moxiaoji wondered what her grandmother would do if she knew about the chest.
When she asked Hao Lianyu, his almost enchanting eyes dimmed for an instant, and he said word by word: “She will kill you.
Then, Hao Lianyou tightly hugged Mo Xiaoji, whispering in an almost pleading voice: “Trust me, Xiaoji, don’t tell your grandmother, even less tell your grandmother that we often meet. Listen to me, you will understand later, but don’t ask why now. Because even I don’t know how to tell you why. But I’ll tell you, killing someone is a very easy thing.”
Hao Lianyou might have realized that his tone had frightened Mo Xiaoji, and quickly tried to reassure her: “Don’t worry! I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
Mo Xiaoji just stared blankly at Hao Lianyou, thinking he was crazy. This wasn’t an evil underworld, this was the bright and sunny 21st century.
Mo Xiaoji’s thoughts drifted back to the present.
On the small square table in the room were two plates of black, murky things. Even if Mo Xiaoji strained her eyes to recognize them, she couldn’t discern their original form, which made her incredibly frustrated, wondering if what she would eat would make her sick again.
Classical Beauty
