"No need," Jiang Li pulled at the red scarf that Mo Jingchun had tied for her, "I'm not cold."
"Why are you still so stubborn?" Mo Jingchun smiled gently and reached out to scratch Jiang Lidong's red nose. "It's about to be frozen off."
Perhaps it was because the gesture was too intimate, or perhaps it was because the weather was so cold that Jiang Li's brain was a little confused. She froze in place for a moment, and it took her a long time to react before she forcefully pushed Mo Jingchun away.
"you……"
"Waiter from the Holy Library, come here quickly, the two of you. Why are you still standing there?"
Mo Ling's voice came from a distance.
Jiang Li lowered his head and trotted towards where Mo Ling was.
Mo Jingchun was still standing there, his curved peach blossom eyes reflecting Jiang Li's fleeing figure.
"Sister Jiang Li," Mo Ling was just like usual. As soon as he saw Jiang Li, he hugged her arm and acted cute towards her.
Mo Ling's cute face was full of confidence, and her eyes, which had always been clear, now revealed a hint of color that Jiang Li could not understand.
Mo Ling blinked, a smile on his face.
"Waiter of the Holy Library, I was right about you." Mo Ling said.
"What?"
Jiang Li reached out and touched his nose. It seemed that he was still not familiar with such an intimate gesture.
"Hehe, you have triggered a hidden mission. If you succeed, you will be the director of the Holy Library." Mo Ling looked complacent and closed his eyes.
Jiang Li didn't understand what Mo Ling meant and thought she was joking, so he smiled and said to Mo Ling, "What hidden mission? It can even help me level up."
"So you are going to take on this hidden mission." Mo Ling opened one eye and secretly glanced at the red scarf around Jiang Li's neck.
"Okay, I'll take it."
A tuft of Jiang Li's hair on the right side of his face was draped over his face, and he smiled gently, just like the West Lake in summer.
"Dude, what are you grinning at? You're having a seizure."
Xu Fan came to Mo Jingchun's side at some point and nudged him with his shoulder.
"Nothing." Mo Jingchun put away his smile and focused his gaze on Xu Fan. "Let's go over there too."
"Tsk tsk tsk," Xu Fan looked at his good brother who did not insult him personally or make any physical gestures to him, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Is this the change that comes with falling in love?
As Xu Fan thought about this, he turned his head to look at Jiang Li and Mo Ling who were not far away. As his sight focused, it finally stopped at Mo Ling.
Humph, I won’t change.
In broad daylight, the two men walked side by side, heading towards the beauty in the distance.
…………
On December 29th of the lunar calendar, the day before New Year's Eve, Jiang Li received a call from Mo Ling.
"You mean you put the key in my pocket?" Jiang Li frowned while holding the phone, his eyes fixed on the key on the table in his room.
"Yes, it's me! Waiter of the Holy Library, do you remember the hidden mission I told you about?"
"I do remember..." Jiang Li's tone was a little slow, "So you really do have a hidden mission."
"Of course." Mo Ling raised her voice on the other end of the phone. "As the Holy Grace Radiant Knight of the End, I never lie."
"Hmm," Jiang Li seemed to have thought of something. She frowned and turned to look at the old red scarf hanging at the door of her room.
After finishing his trip to West Lake, he had originally planned to return it to Mo Jingchun, but the latter took the opportunity and slipped away without noticing.
Jiang Li looked at the key on the table again. This was the key she found in her pocket when she returned home. Is there any connection between these two things?
So the strange light in Mo Ling's eyes at that time was due to this so-called hidden mission?
"So..." Jiang Li felt helpless. If he had known earlier, he should not have agreed so easily. Who knew Mo Ling was serious about it?
"Hehe, listen to me carefully." The successful Mo Ling laughed out loud on the other end of the phone and told Jiang Li about this so-called hidden mission.
"Isn't this inappropriate?"
Jiang Li showed an embarrassment on his face, "You want me to go find him, but it's already night time."
"Would it be a bit..."
"No, Sister Jiang Li."
Mo Ling on the other end of the phone said with certainty that when he saw the red scarf around Jiang Li's neck by the West Lake, Mo Ling understood that perhaps only Jiang Li could comfort him now.
Jiang Li bit his pale lips lightly and said, "Okay, I'll go."
"Thank you so much, waiter of the Holy Library. I look forward to your successful upgrade!" Mo Ling's cheerful voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Yeah," Jiang Li nodded with some difficulty and put down the phone in his hand.
"You want me to go find him..."
Jiang Li looked at the red scarf. The scarf was very thick and made people feel safe when it was wrapped around the neck.
Jiang Li took a deep breath, put on her shoes, and took the key that Mo Ling had handed her. When she opened the door and walked out, Jiang Li looked at the red scarf hanging there. After hesitating for a while, she took it off and wrapped it around her neck.
Jiang Li walked out of the door and headed in the direction Mo Ling mentioned.
At the same time, on the other side of the city.
Mo Ling put down the phone in his hand. The girl's cute face was clearly full of joy just a second ago, but became melancholy again the second after she hung up the phone.
Mo Ling sniffed twice and pulled open the curtains, letting the light from outside into the room.
Snowflakes were falling outside the window, and the snow was getting heavier the day before New Year's Eve.
They fall one by one, like falling leaves in autumn, or like dancing white butterflies.
Mo Ling rarely shows such a sad expression on her face. Most of the time, she is that cute, optimistic girl who is both immature and cute.
But on this special day, she, like her brother, was immersed in distant childhood memories and came to the day when her mother passed away.
Perhaps it was because Mo Ling was still young at the time and did not have such a deep impression of her mother, so her reaction on the day of her mother's memorial was not as big as her brother's.
"Sister Jiang Li... please."
Mo Ling stared blankly at the snowflakes falling outside the window, and the redness in the corners of his eyes made him look particularly distressing.
There are many old communities in the old city of Hangzhou. Most of them have no names and are just surrounded by walls to make basic divisions.
The snow fell heavily, burying everything. Most people have returned home today and are lying in their warm beds.
Mo Jingchun walked alone on the white road. He came to one of the apartment buildings with ease and followed his memory to the place he had not been to for a year.
That was his home, or perhaps it was his former home.
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