Chapter Seventy Who is the Real Self
Xia Zhichun went to the kitchen to heat up dishes.
Jiūměi luò lán, mù yì xiān hái ān jìng de zuò zài yuán dì, yī gè dī tóu chén sī. Yī gè yǐ jīng xiàn rù bēi shāng yǔ chóu hèn de zhǎo zé.
"Little fairy, you made the fire witch disappear for your parents. But has little fairy ever thought about it, is it really Mom and Dad's true wish to make the fire witch disappear? Do they really like the current little fairy?" Jiū Měi Luò Lán smiled gently, her tone was not as if she was comforting.
Everything is going to be in chaos, everything is going to be in chaos. Mu Yi Xian lowered her head. As soon as she closed her eyes, the image of her father's blood-stained hands appeared in her mind, and she remembered her mother's pale face. Suddenly opening her eyes, her forehead was moist.
Jiū Měi Luò Lán saw some sweat on the forehead of Mù Yì Xiān. Her eyebrows slightly furrowed. Little fairy, why are you forcing yourself to think about those things? "When Father Mù left, he said that he believed in your abilities and talents. Little fairy, have you ever carefully analyzed this sentence? I think Father Mù knew the ability and talent of the Fire Witch, which is why he could leave so at ease."
After hearing Jiuyi's words, Muyixian's brain suddenly entered a state of paralysis. Hatred? Death? The past Muyixian, the present Muyixian. Who... is... who? Which one is myself?
"The dishes are here~~~" Carrying a tray of steaming hot food, Xia Zhi Chun ran over.
Moyi Xian raised her head and looked at Jiumei, who was smiling beautifully. She then glanced at Zhi Chun, who was always optimistic.
"Zhi Chun, you sneaky eater!" Muru Xian picked up her chopsticks and tapped them against one of the plates.
Her index finger pressed against her lower lip, Xia Zhi Chun looked like a frightened little bird. "That... that... Blue...". Innocent eyes, looking to Jiu Mei Luo Lan for help. "I swear, I only ate a small piece, just a bit." She used her fingers to indicate the size.
"Come on, eat quickly, otherwise the food will get cold!"
Finally, the three girls moved their chopsticks. However, this was the least they had eaten. A pile of food was left over. There were still classes tomorrow, so they each went upstairs to sleep.
The night is very beautiful. That one wheel of bright moon makes this night sky more touching.
The door of Qida's room opened and she walked to the door of Muyi Xian's room.
She lightly knocked on the door. Then she crouched down and slipped a white note from her hand through the gap under the door.
"Who?"
Moyi Xian had not fallen asleep, heard the knock on the door, got out of bed and opened the door, but found no one at the door. Just as she was puzzled, her eyes caught sight of a white note on the ground. She bent down to pick it up.
After reading the words on the note, Mu Yi Xian's hands trembled. Not only her hands, but also her heart was trembling along with it. She closed the door, curled up on the bed, still clutching the note in her hand. Her head ached, her heart ached, the deep-seated hatred and resentment, how could she let go? Her eyes seemed to be shrouded by a layer of black gauze, she couldn't see what was right or wrong anymore.
Put the note under the pillow. Take a deep breath. The words on the note resound: Resentment hurts, hatred harms, all parents in the world, who would let their children be immersed in hatred?
She knew that this sentence must have been left by Jiu Mei. Ye Qiang, was he innocent? Thinking back to that night in the warehouse. In the darkness, he gave her another kind of warmth. Herself, could she really bring herself to kill him? Was it true that an onlooker's perspective is clearer? Had she unknowingly sunk deeply into hatred...
The sunlight filtered through the wheat-colored curtains and illuminated the room, casting a warm, soft glow on Muyi Xian's skin.
Open your eyes. Get out of bed tiredly... Last night, she thought all night, hurt all night, and was entangled all night. She figured it out, understood it...
