Chapter 8: Sunflowers Hidden in the Eternal Night
——"Live like a sunflower." But there is no light in my world anymore.
On the morning of our departure, the sky was a rare clear blue, and even the usual haze of the rainy season had disappeared.
Ruan Xingchen was wearing the sunflower skirt she wore when they first met, and she stood in front of Mo Xiaohan. Her small figure was reflected in his dark pupils.
"Brother Xiaohan." Ruan Xingchen looked up at him, suddenly stood on tiptoe, and reached out to touch the scar on his left eyelid - it had healed, leaving only a shallow mark.
"Live like a sunflower!" Her voice was soft and gentle, "Always face the sun."
Mo Xiaohan was silent for a long time before he slowly nodded.
Ruan Xingchen shook her little hand, and the ring on her ring finger sparkled in the morning light: "I will always wear it! Waiting for you to come find me!"
Mo Xiaohan lowered his eyes to look at her, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, unable to make a sound. There was no extra farewell, no hot tears, not even a hug.
Only one sentence——
"wait for me."
Ruan Xingchen nodded vigorously, and the sunflower hair tie at the end of her braid swayed slightly with her movement.
He stood there, watching the morning light dancing in her eyes, and for the first time realized clearly—
She was his light.
And he will never let this light disappear.
But just as Ruan Xingchen turned and ran towards the medical team's truck, several black cars suddenly rushed out from the woods. The doors opened in unison. A dozen black-clad bodyguards stood there with guns drawn. The leading butler walked respectfully to Mo Xiaohan and bowed his head, "Young Master, the head of the family invites you home."
Mo Xiaohan's pupils suddenly constricted.
He recognized these people—they were the running dogs of the Mohist school.
Home?
What home? He had no home for a long time.
He struggled instinctively, but was pinned back by thick arms, their iron-like grip piercing his shoulder blades. He was pinned to the ground. Gravel from the grass dug into his face, and a cool, damp feeling mingled with the stench of earth washed over him.
He heard Ruan Xingchen's screams, Dr. Ruan's angry scolding, and the medical team trying to stop them but being scared away by the gunfire.
The butler glanced at Ruan Xingchen, then glanced at the truck the medical team was about to start, and said meaningfully: "The master said that if you resist, he doesn't mind letting these people stay here forever."
"Brother Xiaohan!"
Mo Xiaohan looked up and saw Ruan Xingchen trying to rush over, but she was held tightly by Dr. Ruan. Her small body twisted in her mother's arms. She stretched out her hand desperately, and the silver ring in the sunlight stung his eyes.
Mo Xiaohan's back teeth were sore from biting them, and there was a violent murderous intent in his eyes, but when he saw Ruan Xingchen's red face from crying, his eyes gradually turned colder, and finally, he gave up struggling.
"I'll be back!" He roared, the sound as if it was torn out from his chest, "Ruan Xingchen! Wait for me--"
The man in black slashed at the back of his neck with a knife, and the world instantly fell into darkness.
In his last consciousness, he heard Ruan Xingchen's crying getting farther and farther away. Her desperately stretched hand was waving in vain in the air, and the silver ring flashed a dazzling light with the movement.
——His light was ultimately left outside the darkness.
Seventeen years later, when he saw the familiar silver ring under the spotlight of the auction house, her words, "Brother Xiaohan, live like a sunflower," came to his mind again.
By then, he had become the most terrifying person in Southeast Asia.
The King of Eternal Night.
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