Chapter 64
When the rescuers arrived late, even the wounded had to be brought in. At the time, I was supporting Xavier, and without any instruction, I mastered what my teacher had taught me in class. The power I unleashed directly affected everyone around me, almost healing even the enemy. My teacher didn't even have time to ask me why I seemed so stupid in class with such an ability; in fact, even if he had asked, I wouldn't have been able to answer.
Xavier was still injured, but in much better condition, and someone took him home. We agreed to meet often, and I walked over to Mo Huaizhen. He was there too, looking disheveled, covered in wounds of all sizes.
"Oh dear, I'm sorry you had to see this." He tried to cover his wounds so I wouldn't see the gruesome marks, even though he knew I wouldn't be frightened by them.
With so many people around, I couldn't let him recover completely right away. Mo Huaizhen was also exhausted; he deliberately wore this outfit to show his wounds, which scared the officials into not daring to say anything.
"You're actually a student at this school?"
Walking along a road whose destination was unclear, Mo Huaizhen asked me. He seemed very opinionated, so I tried to walk slower than him: "Yes, I'm in second grade here."
And now classes are suspended. I feel like I'm going to be a second-grader forever.
"So young," he remarked. "Truly, heroes have emerged from among the young throughout history."
"There's no such thing as a hero," he said, making me laugh. "Don't joke around."
"Rescuing people from danger time and time again, doesn't that make you a hero?" he asked me rhetorically, teasingly. "I already know about the person you saved last time. She told me herself that she asked me to thank you on her behalf. As for why she didn't come, she's already traveling around the world."
"This ending is actually pretty good." I nodded with a smile, not expecting it. "I didn't expect her to go out and play right after a dangerous situation ended."
"After all, we don't know when it will end, or when it will happen to us. If we live in fear and end up trapped in it someday, we might as well just enjoy life from now on." Mo Huaizhen admires this approach. "If it were me, I would probably do the same."
“The head of the family certainly has a harder time.” Remembering his position, I couldn’t help but ask, “Do you sometimes do things that violate the family rules?”
“As long as it doesn’t violate the principles and responsibilities of being the head of the family, I’ve done everything I could.” He counted on his fingers, “When I was young, I ran away from home in the middle of the night; when I was a young man, I went on a trip for more than two years before my elders stepped down; I did every single thing that would get me beaten if I was found out.”
This was unexpected. Mo Huaizhen is actually quite mischievous; you wouldn't guess it from his appearance. I turned my head to look at him, and just as I was about to remember to offer to hold his hand to treat him—my studies have been quite successful—he suddenly stopped me.
I didn't even need to look up to know what it was. I could only use those laborious spells to cast them on Mo Huaizhen one by one, trying my best to stimulate my potential, but I must have overexerted myself earlier, leaving my body empty.
I saw those tiny, transparent things trying to help, but they were too fragile and were quickly blown away and crushed. The monsters had no thoughts; they were only responsible for mechanically learning, using, and killing any species that stood in their way.
Their black mist was so familiar that I stood there, stunned.
“Even if it looks as white and ethereal as fog, it’s still a cloud.” The boy and child lay on the grass, his hand pointing to the sky. “Let me ask you again: what kind of star is that?”
The child, I don't know what book he read, said: "Golden Belt!"
"That's Orion's belt." The boy rubbed his forehead, looking rather annoyed. "Were you reading novels again?"
The child blinked and hugged his brother's arm affectionately.
"Okay, okay, but don't learn nonsense." The older brother quickly gave in. "But tonight you asked to see the stars yourself, so you can't keep making things up."
The child laughed, his voice clear and bright: "Okay!"
It wasn't until dawn, when a thin mist enveloped them, that their family discovered the sleeping child and the teenager who had been kept awake by the child's antics.
The nanny scolded with concern, "Oh dear, this is the easiest way to catch a cold and fever. Young master? Young master? ■■? It's time to get up. Why are you sleeping in the yard? Whose idea was this?"
The child's eyes darted around. The boy blinked, then realized he'd let his younger brother sleep outside until dawn. He quickly checked his brother for bugs: "Is itchy? Why are you all wet? Ouch..." He sighed again, "I'm sorry, baby, you're not angry with your brother, are you?"
The child looked back and forth between the two women and decisively chose the nanny. He hugged the nanny's leg, looked up at her with a silly grin.
"So you know who loves you the most!" The nanny picked him up and handed him back to the boy. "There won't be a second dessert today! No matter what you say, it's impossible. Just play with the young master!"
The young master followed behind her guiltily. The nanny went into the kitchen, and he took the child into the bathroom, running hot water: "Baby, we need to take a hot bath, to make you feel nice and clean. You're a good baby, aren't you?"
"Of course I'm a good child, brother, please don't call me baby anymore." The child pouted, "I'm not a little kid."
The boy coaxed him, afraid he would get angry: "Okay, okay, you're not a child anymore. Now we're going to start taking a bath, [illegible]."
The steam rose into a hazy white mist inside, making them feel like they were in the warmest paradise. The child loved this feeling; whenever he felt tired, he would imitate his older brother and turn on the steaming hot water.
I used to be so unwelcoming to them. I hated their unwarranted closeness. I've never treated them like that before.
I can't quite describe what I'm doing; I'm surrounded by formations left by Mo Huaizhen. Isn't it supposed to be that memories don't waste time in the outside world? Then why is Mo Huaizhen, like those little guys, broken and battered, his wounds constantly widening, black blood dripping from the corroded flesh?
I broke down.
Why do I hesitate, remain confused, and pretend to be able to go back after I've made up my mind? Why do I harm others for my own selfish reasons? Why don't I act instead of just talking about it? How many children like Yayoi are there in this world? How many lives have been lost forever, like those who fell into the abyss? What am I hesitating about?
I kept crying. Mo Huaizhen didn't know if they would hurt me, so she did everything she could to protect me when I was lost in thought. I almost didn't know what to do, I was so sad, my heart felt like it was going to explode, the seeds flowed into my heart with my blood, and my heart felt like it was going to burst.
I must go save Mo Huaizhen; he's alone, he can definitely survive. The seed began to grow again before my eyes, becoming a sapling. Of course, I can make a decision at any time, but if I don't, it's a reminder. Its growth reminds me how many people I must witness being injured and dying, reminds me of how indifferent I truly am. It doesn't force me; if I don't want to do it, I can simply choose not to. How humane.
Mo Huaizhen's wounds were healing, and his severed limbs were being reattached. He was still unconscious, his brows furrowed, murmuring my name and expressing concern for my safety.
I left the seeds to protect him, no matter how dangerous the situation. I have to solve one last problem.
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