I let them fuss over me, occasionally enjoying being served. After they finished, I asked: “Where is Mo Junqing?”
“Young Master is in the study room and instructed us to serve you breakfast.”
After breakfast, I inquired about the study’s location and peeked through the paper window, but he was not there.
I followed Zhuixi’s energy and walked to the ancestral hall, looking up.
The sunlight was piercing. I cleared my throat and called: “Mo Junqing.”
No response.
“Mo Junqing.” I was annoyed. Even if you hold your breath, Zhuixi cannot hide its spiritual energy. I stood below, silent.
After a stick of incense time, I finally saw Mo Junqing peek out. I squinted: “Mo Junqing!”
He was stunned. I tilted my head, hands on my hips, glaring: “I want to sunbathe too.”
Mo Junqing leaped down, stopping steadily in front of me: “Do you know martial arts?”
“No.” I suppressed my laughter. Feeling him grip my wrist and wrap an arm around my waist, I knew he was suspicious. Even if you break my wrist, it’s useless.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting him carry me up. The tiles were warm from the sun, sitting on them was slightly prickly but not cold.
“Why are you here so early? The maids said you were in the study.”
Mo Junqing withdrew his gaze: “Got tired of looking and came to sit.”
I sighed: “You must be happy to be back.” I laughed, but he didn’t look at me. “Isn’t it hard to have a home you can’t return to?”
Mo Junqing’s eyes filled with confusion. He surely thought I knew something, but my demeanor was too calm: “Yes.” After a long pause, he said softly, “I’m tired of this life.”
Since I was fourteen, for a full ten years, I’ve never slept peacefully, always worried about being killed.
“Not anymore. You’re back.” I looked at him, asking, “Did you sleep well last night?”
Mo Junqing glanced at Zhuixi: “With it here, perhaps I will never sleep peacefully in this life.”
I watched him quietly, my eyes still bright, showing no trace of lies. I leaned in to kiss him, kissing passionately.
His eyes, like Gouhun’s. Deep and cold, cold to the point of heartache, but when that gaze falls on oneself, it feels terrifying and resistible.
