"I want to too. But how can someone who has lost their dignity dare to love?" That's not something reason can control. So she's afraid, afraid she'll never dare to love him again. That's more heartbreaking than him not loving her.
The sorrow between his brows pierced Mo Huaixing's heart.
So, on the roof of the fertilizer plant, you hid in my arms, afraid to look at Chu Jiahe?
His newly built confidence crumbled into dust at that moment.
Gan Tang sensed his silence, pushed him away from her embrace, and laughed, "I'm fine now."
Mo Huaixing grasped her fingertips in return, forcing a smile: "I'll apply the medicine for you."
"Okay!" Gan Tang obediently stretched out her hands and placed them in his broad palms. Unexpectedly, Mo Huaixing let go of her hands and moved a chair over.
The man who was just sitting on the bed suddenly sat in a chair, looking unapproachable. Although he was still applying the medicine very carefully, it was clear that something was different.
Gan Tang asked curiously, "Mo Huaixing, why are you unhappy?"
"No!" The tone was firm.
"Really?" How did things suddenly change? She couldn't figure out what he was angry about; all she could see were the bruises on his tense face.
It must hurt!
Gan Tang lightly applied the ointment and gently massaged his cheek.
"I'm fine!" Mo Huaixing pushed him away distantly.
"How could nothing be wrong!" Gan Tang stubbornly applied the ointment again. This time, he didn't dodge.
After treating the wound, Mo Huaixing touched Gan Tang's forehead. Thankfully, she didn't have a fever.
"Go to sleep, I'm right next door. Call me if you need anything."
Gan Tang grabbed his hand, stared with her innocent big eyes, and asked, "Can you sleep with me?"
"What?" Mo Huaixing was startled, and the girl he was holding almost fell off the bed.
Gan Tang hurriedly covered herself with the blanket that had slipped off and explained in a low voice, "I'm scared."
"If you're scared, just say you're scared. Why make it sound so frightening?" Mo Huaixing turned off the light, sat down again, and calmed himself down. "Go to sleep!"
Gan Tang lay down, turned her back angrily, and muttered, "If you have nothing to hide, what are you afraid of?"
It's like nobody cares about you.
But her backbone didn't last a minute before she spinelessly turned around. She cherished him, truly cherished him. Even just quietly watching him made her feel happy.
"Mo Huaixing, did you come here on your own, or did your father bring you?"
Is there any difference?
Of course there's a difference. Gan Tang smiled, said nothing, and closed her eyes to sleep. In the quiet night, she could clearly feel his breathing, like a stimulant, keeping her awake.
"Mo Huaixing, I can't sleep, tell me a story!"
Mo Huaixing thought for a moment and said, "Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and on the mountain was a temple. In the temple lived an old monk, and the old monk was telling a story. What was he telling?"
“It’s about a mountain, a temple on the mountain, and an old monk in the temple…” Gan Tang interrupted him, looking like she wanted to kill someone. “Mo Huaixing, you’re not telling a story, you’re asking for a beating.”
Looking at her puffed-up face, Mo Huaixing suppressed a laugh with a straight face: "You don't understand, repetition helps with sleep, it's science."
"I'll teach you science, I'll teach you science!" Gan Tang picked up a pillow from the side and swung it at him.
Mo Huaixing caught it with a smile and begged for mercy: "Please let me go, I really can't tell stories."
"Who would believe that?" Gan Tang said, displeased. "Didn't your mother tell you stories when you were little?"
A trace of sadness flashed in Mo Huaixing's eyes as he said in a low voice, "I don't have a mother. My mother passed away when I was very, very young. My only impressions of her are my father's descriptions and blurry images in photographs."
"sorry."
"It's nothing!" Mo Huaixing smiled.
With the lights off, she couldn't see his face, but she could feel the sadness surrounding him. Gan Tang reached out and touched his trembling fingertips resting on his lap.
How did your mother die?
Mo Huaixing opened his mouth, but his voice was so soft that she couldn't hear him at all, or perhaps he didn't say anything at all.
Gan Tang moved over a bit, making room for her, "Come on up and talk, okay?"
Only after the words were spoken did I realize how inappropriate they were.
Mo Huaixing didn't speak, he just stared straight at the girl in front of him.
"Anyway, I won't be able to sleep anytime soon." Gan Tang was a little embarrassed, but glared at him fiercely: "What, do you think I would take advantage of you!"
“My clothes are dirty,” Mo Huaixing explained.
"I don't mind," Gan Tang said, pointing to the bathroom. "Why don't you go take a shower too?"
Just when Gan Tang thought he wouldn't come up, Mo Huaixing smiled, put the pillow on top, and lay down on it, pressing the blanket down.
“My mother and my elder brother were taken hostage and died at the hands of Fu Yuanshan.”
My God, Lu Zhengqian is actually his mother's killer. How must he feel being by his side every day? Gan Tang withdrew her hand and placed it on his chest, patting it gently.
"Why did your mother and older brother end up in Dad's... Lu Zhengqian's hands?"
“Because of my father.” Mo Huaixing grasped her hand and continued, “The Deputy Chief Sheng you met at the Narcotics Enforcement Team last time was my father. In his first year as a narcotics officer, my father met Fu Yuanshan. At that time, he was young and impetuous, and went deep into the drug den, which led to the old narcotics officer who was mentoring him sacrificing his life to save him.”
Therefore, he relentlessly pursued Fu Yuanshan. Finally, his perseverance paid off, and he found Fu Yuanshan. Just when he thought he could avenge his master, my mother brought my eldest brother to visit him, but unexpectedly, they were kidnapped by Fu Yuanshan. He intended to use this to blackmail my father into destroying the evidence of his crimes.
Thinking of the outcome, Gan Tang was alarmed: "Your father won't agree?"
Mo Huaixing shook his head and gritted his teeth, saying, "He agreed. But Fu Yuanshan is a devil, utterly devoid of morality and integrity. He strapped explosives to the car, intending to kill his father, mother, and his older brother, who was not yet three years old."
Just as the father handed over the evidence of Fu Yuanshan's crimes and was about to go to the car to rescue his mother and older brother, the car exploded. His mother had detonated the time bomb beforehand, saving his father. However, she and his older brother were blown to bits.
The father always remembered the last thing the mother saw when her face was captured on the car window; she uttered the single word, "Run."
Gan Tang said with heartache, "Your mother is truly great."
“Great!” Mo Huaixing smiled coldly, his heart aching. “But how much Father wished he could die with them. All these years, seeing Father living a life worse than death, I even think Mother was cruel.”
"But at least you still have your father. Your mother must love you, which is why she asked your father to stay with you."
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