Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
After all, he is her own son. To kill her son for a Demoness in an Obsessive Love Mistake is simply unreasonable.
With a slight turn of her gaze, Mo Xier slowly said, "Could it be that you are my previous enemy? Seeing you with me, perhaps it's better to let you die?"
"Do you remember anything?"
She quickly shook her head. After seeing the mark in a dream related to this body, she had not dreamed again and could find no trace of it.
"Have you found out my identity?"
Night Star shook his head. Even if he had results, he would not tell her at this moment. Just that mark was already something he could not disclose.
The cold moonlight shone down unobstructed as the man turned over, facing away from her, and said lightly, "You should get some rest; it's better to think about these things tomorrow."
Not long after he said this, his breathing gradually stabilized, as if he had already fallen into a deep sleep.
However, it was not easy for Mo Xier to fall asleep beside him. With matters on her mind and feeling somewhat uncomfortable due to the presence of a man nearby, she hardly slept well all night.
As dawn broke, she opened her eyes and waited until the outside world was fully illuminated before sitting up.
Night Star naturally did not have the habit of staying up late. Not long after she sat up, the man also woke up. Their eyes met, and they both instinctively turned their heads away as if nothing had happened.
Since her previous clothes were in tatters, she borrowed two sets from Aunt Liu. They were accustomed to it; even coarse cloth clothing did not seem strange to them.
The deep gray outfit he wore was somewhat different from his usual attire.
Aside from the difference in color from his usual plain garments, the gray made him appear more spirited. The coarse fabric also made him seem more approachable, unlike his usual demeanor that kept others at a distance.
Accustomed to seeing men in fine clothes, she believed that a person's appearance largely depended on their attire. The reason he looked good was mostly due to his clothing.
However, it seemed that the face was also very important! Clearly wearing the same outfit, Dog Egg looked like an ordinary villager, while Night Star managed to exude an air of purity and elegance.
Looking at such an ethereal man, Mo Xier could only shake her head silently; indeed, this was an era that valued looks!
Smiling as she stepped outside, Aunt Liu quickly approached, putting down what she was holding. "Oh dear, why didn't you sleep a little longer? It's still early."
"Aunt, let me help you make breakfast. Besides, young people should go to bed early and rise early for good health!" Mo Xier cheerfully stepped forward. Compared to the gloom of the general's residence, she preferred the rural life; at least people were more carefree.
Dog Egg had already gotten up and was in the yard cleaning the hunting tools. Seeing this, Night Star quietly walked over and began to help him clean as well.
Two individuals who would normally have no intersection were now squatting together. No matter how she looked at it, there was a strong sense of incongruity, so she turned her head away to avoid looking further.
In Aunt Liu's weathered eyes was nothing but kindness. She nudged Mo Xier with her elbow and said softly, "Miss, I see that you don't look too well. Were you too tired last night?"
The motion of washing rice suddenly froze, as if struck by lightning; her ears buzzed with noise. Wasn't Aunt Liu being a bit too forward? Asking such questions so early in the morning?
She stomped her foot slightly and replied almost in a pout, "Aunt, what are you talking about? What tiredness?"
Seemingly sensing her embarrassment, Aunt Liu patted her wrist and said, "There's nothing to be shy about. If you're tired, just tell him; he is your Husband, after all. He should care for you—he can't force you otherwise!"
This conversation was getting increasingly out of hand! She felt so embarrassed that she could barely listen anymore; her ears were gradually turning red. She awkwardly smiled and only subtly replied, "Taking care of him is a bit tiring."
"Of course! That young man suffered such serious injuries; as his wife, you're bound to be more exhausted than usual. But you know, when a couple lives together, they naturally need to take care of each other."
While washing what was in her hands, Aunt Liu spoke with great conviction.
Mo Xier realized that her thoughts were too wicked! Her smile became even more awkward, and her fair cheeks flushed bright red! If there had been a hole in the ground at that moment, she would have been the first to dive in!
The conversation naturally fell into Night Star's ears; someone with strong internal energy wouldn't have poor hearing.
As she raised her gaze towards Mo Xier, the woman happened to look up at her as well. Their eyes met, and she clearly saw the teasing expression in his eyes, but the woman quickly averted her gaze.
Like a frightened little rabbit, she didn't lift her head for the entire morning, let alone make eye contact! Meanwhile, the man remained increasingly calm, which made her grit her teeth in frustration!
By afternoon, with the sun shining just right, Mo Xier moved a small stool and sat down beside Aunt Liu, helping to peel corn kernels while occasionally saying something funny to cheer her up.
In the stillness and movement, she was unaware that all her expressions were falling into the man's eyes, deeply etched in his heart.
Seeing Night Star standing at the door, she smiled and waved, calling out loudly: "Go grab a stool and sit down to help me with Auntie. Don't think you can just stand there because you're injured."
Peeling corn wasn't much of a task; even if one was injured, it could be done. Moreover, having the man watching her from a distance made her feel uneasy.
Aunt Liu hurriedly spoke up to stop her: "Oh, forget it. You're a guest; I'm already so happy to have you help me. How can I let your husband do this kind of work?"
As she spoke, she waved her hand, urging Night Star not to do it.
"Auntie, what are you saying? Just treat him like your own son. I don't believe Dog Egg wouldn't do these chores! We are guests, but we are even more grateful for your hospitality. If we can help, we should!"
After saying this, she gave the man behind her a look, urging him to come over quickly.
In the end, Aunt Liu couldn't persuade Mo Xier. The man did as she wished and came to her side to help peel corn.
Having been pampered since childhood, he had never done such work before but said nothing and focused intently on following her lead.
Aunt Liu watched with joy in her heart and sighed lightly, praising, "My dear, you really married a good husband. There aren't many men like him these days."
Pausing her movements, she slightly raised her gaze to the man beside her. A faint smile appeared on her face, which had initially shown surprise. "He is indeed good—kind-hearted and strong."
Night Star looked directly at her, his deep eyes revealing not only indifference but also a hint of threat and confusion, as if urging her to stop talking.
However, she persisted, continuing her actions as she said, "But he has a terrible temper! He hardly speaks to me and always acts cold and distant. It's just so annoying!"
Her complaints sounded almost playful, resembling a little wife who had suffered grievances.
"My dear, you shouldn't say that. Although he doesn't talk much, I can see that he truly cares for you. Otherwise, would he have taken a knife for you?"
Mo Xier suddenly paused, gazing at the man with an unwavering look. It seemed that Aunt Liu was right; without him, she didn't know how things would have turned out.
Slowly shifting her position, she flashed him a radiant smile that seemed warmer than the sun above.
"Of course! My judgment is excellent; I must choose only the best men!" With a hint of pride, her movements became more skilled.
Watching the two with affection, Aunt Liu nodded repeatedly. "You two should live well together and definitely don't follow those city folks who waste their time on useless things!"
Covering Aunt Liu's hand, the woman tilted her head playfully, looking incredibly cute.
Under the warm sunlight, chatting about everyday life with Aunt Liu made time fly by like flowing water. If only future days could be as peaceful as today!
Turning to look at the man beside her, his sharp features seemed less cold in the sunlight.
That night, they lay in bed just like the day before. Today, the woman appeared much more relaxed than yesterday, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him.
"Hey, I saw you getting along well with Aunt Liu today. You really don't seem like your usual self."
His closed eyes trembled slightly, but the dim surroundings made it hard to notice such a small movement. He remained silent.
After waiting for a long time without receiving a response, the woman lost interest and turned away, pouting, "Fine, if you're not going to talk."
As soon as she finished speaking, the man beside her countered with a question, "How do you think I usually am?"
This question instantly sparked her interest in chatting again, and her bright eyes were filled with laughter. "You've asked me this before! You're just a blockhead!"
Night Star was momentarily at a loss for words; he knew this woman wouldn't say anything nice. Turning around, his tone became slightly serious, "I can also show you that I'm not just a blockhead."
His words had an implied meaning that startled her. She crossed her arms defensively, looking like she was guarding against a wolf. "You can forget about that! I won't easily give in!"
Seeing her like this made him furrow his brows slightly. What was this woman thinking all day? Her mind was filled with all sorts of nonsense. Closing his eyes, he simply said, "In a few days, once my injuries have healed enough, we will leave here."
The room fell silent instantly. Although they had only spent two days together, she felt reluctant to part with Aunt Liu and Dog Egg. Since arriving here, there hadn't been many people who treated her well; they were the most genuine people she had encountered.
"Does this mean we won't come back anymore?" Her voice noticeably dropped in tone, tinged with helplessness.
"There will be opportunities," the man said, unsure if he was comforting her or not.
Comment 0 Comment Count