Chapter102

  Pressing the temples, hands left the laptop, closing eyes leaning on the sofa, seems to have overworked a bit. The complexion is somewhat pale, perhaps due to staying up late and prolonged exposure to computers.

  Xia Mei let out a sigh, it was indeed difficult to take down the number one underworld family, Monie. The anti-theft system was really tight, and she had been trying for several days but couldn't break through. However, her mouth curved up slightly, as if she had found something interesting.

  However, compared to meddling with Amber's downfall, investigating Moli's identity was even more difficult. Once investigated for half a month without any clues, only feeling that the poisonous queen looked a bit like Moli, just guessing, some characteristics were similar, such as that purple hair and that agile figure.

  I recall a message I saw on my computer before: A sister sells herself to cure her younger sister's illness. I always feel that familial love is a very strange thing, even if it hurts you, you can't betray it in the end.

  An idea flashed in her mind, if it were her, would she do this for her own sister? She chuckled to herself, don't be silly, Xia Muzhen, this isn't like you. She tidied up her thoughts and sat up from the sofa.

  Looked at the watch on my wrist, it's eleven o'clock, about time.

  Casually picking up a coat from the clothes rack and putting it on, hearing the sparse rain outside the window, furrowing my brow. A calm heart with a few more threads of annoyance.

  Just as I was about to open the door and go out, a very pleasant voice came over, only this voice was slightly cold.

  "It's so late and still raining, where are you going?!"

  Xia Mengxiao's body stiffened, her hand grasping the door handle somewhat rigidly, but she didn't turn back because of it. Maybe she was afraid to meet those sharp eyes again, just maybe.

  "Where am I going with you?" She didn't actually want to say that, but why did the words change as soon as they reached her lips. She didn't want to see his hurt expression, nor did she want to see clearly into her own heart, because she had always thought of herself as cold-blooded.

  Seeing that the other party had no reaction for a long time, she pressed down on the handle and opened the door, preparing to leave, wanting to escape this awkward scene. However, this was not like her.

  Suddenly, she felt a tightness around her waist, looked down, and saw a white, slender hand had encircled it. Unconsciously, she wanted to push the hand away with hers, but the hand on her waist seemed to know what she was thinking and gripped even tighter.

  "Just hold on for a moment, just like this... it's okay..." The voice was so faint, as if it would disappear at any moment. The strength in his hands gradually weakened, followed by a powerless drop.

  Xia Mengyao furrowed her brow and didn't speak, but her heart skipped a beat. A small patch on her back was wet, she had cried...

  She actually wanted to go back and hug her, gently patting her back, stroking her head, telling her not to cry. But why couldn't she do it? Is it because the mask had been worn for so long that it became her face? If so, how sad is that.

  "When she finally let go, she said 'I'll ask you again, is there still a place for me in your heart, or has Yun'er already filled it up?' By the last half sentence, she wasn't even using a questioning tone, but rather stating a fact."

  "......" Xia Mengyao remained silent throughout, she wanted to speak up but couldn't utter a word.

  Tick-tock, time seemed to have passed for several centuries.

  "Is that so, I knew the answer already, I'm really self-deprecating, I'm indeed an idiot." Xia Moli broke the silence, laughing at herself with a smile that was uglier than crying, her voice even trembling with tears. Indeed, she was an idiot, knowing it all along.

  Just as she turned and left, she seemed to hear a sentence.

  "You're in my heart." Just four words.

  Xia Mengli's eyes widened in disbelief, she suddenly turned her head back, but only saw Xia Mengxun's departing figure, as if the words just spoken were just her imagination, yet they seemed so clear.

  Xia Moli placed her hand on her chest and whispered softly, "Thank you, Mo Xuan, my good sister."