Morning Star

Chapter 408 Love his strengths and tolerate his weaknesses

Chujiu was stunned for a moment and rubbed his hand with his head in enjoyment. His eyes fell on the thin waist in front of him, and he stretched out his hands to hug it, greedily taking a deep breath at his waist, rubbing it until Mo Xinglan was stiff and dared not move before letting go.

After taking a bellyful of the sweet scent of the stars, the sadness in her heart disappeared.

Mo Xinglan sighed helplessly when he saw that her mood had finally improved.

His hand subconsciously stroked her waist where she had just rubbed it, and her ears felt slightly hot under her hair.

If this can make her happier, let her rub it for a while longer in the future.

Chujiu stood up contentedly and walked to the back of the wheelchair to continue pushing it.

I was in a good mood and even hummed a little tune along the way.

She was in a good mood, and Mo Xinglan's mood also improved.

He curled his lips and slowly closed his eyes.

After walking for a while, Chujiu looked down and saw that he had his eyes closed. He then looked at the sky and estimated the time.

She turned in front of him, squatted down and whispered, "Xingxing, let's go back, okay?"

He slowly opened his eyes, a little tired: "...Yeah."

After answering, he pursed his lips and closed his eyes again. This time he really fell asleep.

"..."

The corners of Chujiu's mouth slowly drooped, and he sighed, stood up, kissed him gently on the cheek, and whispered softly: "Good night, Xingxing."

Although it is still daytime, he probably won't wake up again today.

……

Furong is going to get married to Gao Yashan at the beginning of the next month. Although she can't make it on the ninth day, she still has to prepare the gifts.

These days she has been worrying about what gift to give.

"Xingxing, tell me what gift I should give you. Marriage is such an important thing, so you can't just give anything casually."

She sat at the table with a pen in hand, her back facing Mo Xinglan, scratching her ears.

Mo Xinglan, who was sitting on the bed, smiled lightly: "There is still a month left, don't worry."

He said this and Chujiu became even more anxious: "I am anxious because there is only one month left and I haven't decided what to give."

"No matter how anxious you are, you won't be able to figure it out in a short time, right?" he said helplessly.

Chujiu sighed, lowered her head, pouted her lips and murmured softly: "If only Xiaoxiao was here, she would definitely have an idea."

"..."

Mo Xinglan's face darkened after hearing this.

How could she still think of someone else when he was around? She even thought of that woman when she gave him a gift. Are they that close?

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my chest.

He frowned, supported himself on the bed and slowly lay down, turning his back to Chujiu.

He adjusted his state and whispered: "Jiu'er..."

"Ok?"

She couldn't tell anything strange about his voice, because his voice had been very soft and weak during this period, and she didn't notice anything wrong.

I responded and subconsciously turned to look at him. I found that he was lying down. I thought he was tired and didn't think much about it.

"Are you tired?"

He did not answer her. After a moment of silence, he said, "Go to the pharmacy for me and get some soul-nourishing elixirs."

"Me, should I go?" Isn't it usually Shi Yuan that is asked to go?

"……if not?"

She was stunned for a moment: "Oh, okay."

After answering, I went to the pharmacy with confusion.

Mo Xinglan was lying on the bed, holding his clothes tightly with one hand and the bed sheet tightly with the other.

His face was pale as a sheet, his brows were furrowed, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water. Bright red blood flowed out of his mouth, staining the white sheets red.

This was the first time the bone curse had occurred since he woke up, and there would be many more as long as he didn't die.

Mo Hengsong really made a good move. Even if he didn't die last time, with his current physical condition, once the bone curse took effect, it would be a matter of life and death.

He couldn't die, couldn't die...

When Chujiu was halfway there, she suddenly felt very panicked. She stopped and thought carefully. She always felt that what Mo Xinglan said seemed to be an attempt to get her away.

Why send her away?

He turned around and ran back nervously, even using his spiritual energy.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw the person curled up on the bed.

"Star!"

She cried out anxiously and climbed onto the bed. When she got in front of him, she saw the sheets stained with his blood.

Tears instantly filled my eyes. I held back the tears and didn't dare to touch him with my outstretched hand.

"Xing... Xingxing... I... What's wrong with you? How can I help you?"

Mo Xinglan's eyes were a little dull, and he panted and pulled the corners of his mouth to give her a reassuring smile, but the intense pain in his body made his smile last only half a second. He could only whisper with trembling lips: "No... It's okay... Take a rest... It will be... It will be fine..."

Chujiu's lips trembled and his face turned pale, his mind working quickly, trying to think whether Venerable Qu Ling had told him what was going on, and what he would do if he met her.

But she was flustered and her mind was in a mess. Venerable Qu Ling had told her many things to pay attention to, but she couldn't remember anything now.

What should she do now? How can she make him less miserable?

"Xingxing, what can I do to make you feel less uncomfortable? Is that elixir bath from before okay?"

Unfortunately, Mo Xinglan was in so much pain that he didn't have the strength to answer her.

Her mind went blank, and she trembled as she fumbled out of bed, mumbling about the elixir she needed to prepare for the medicinal bath.

Call Shi Yuan to quickly prepare water and elixir, and put the elixir into the warm water.

Shi Yuan stepped out and closed the door.

Chujiu ran to the bed, took off Mo Xinglan's clothes, picked him up and walked towards the bathtub.

Mo Xinglan's whole body was limp, and he tilted his head back, almost fainting.

Chujiu placed him in the tub, gently holding his hand and healing him with the formal Reiki healing technique he had taught her, hoping to relieve some of his pain.

However, she didn't know that even if she used up all her spiritual energy, it would not have much effect on him.

But he didn't remind her, because that would at least make her feel better.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Xinglan felt his vision and consciousness becoming increasingly blurred. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he tried his best to stay calm, but in the end he couldn't make it and fell into a coma.

After a while, Chujiu fished him out of the water, dried him, put on some clothes for him, and called a doctor.

The doctor was still the same one that was found at the beginning. Although his medical skills were not as good as those of Venerable Qu Ling, he had also treated many serious injuries and illnesses.

Mo Xinglan was in a coma for two days. During that time, Chujiu was afraid that something might happen to him and stayed by his side all the time.

When I woke up, I saw that Chujiu had two dark circles under his eyes.

"Xingxing, how are you now? Are you feeling unwell? Do you need me to do anything?" When Chujiu saw that he woke up, his gray eyes suddenly brightened up.

He shook his head and raised his hand to gently stroke her cheek, which could not hide her tiredness.

Feeling distressed, he whispered, "You've been guarding here all the time, haven't you had a rest?"

She was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and said in a muffled voice: "I don't know when you will wake up. I'm afraid something will happen to you after you faint, so I dare not sleep."

After a pause, she raised her hand and held his hand that was caressing her face: "Xingxing, didn't we agree before that you must tell me if you feel unwell?"

He had promised her, but this time he deliberately sent her away.

Mo Xinglan's lips trembled and then formed a straight line again.

He didn't want her to worry, didn't want her to be sad and cry because of him. He also didn't want her to see him in agony, for fear of scaring her.

Chujiu buried his head and choked up, as if he was holding back something: "Venerable Qu Ling told me before that the bone curse on you might kill you if it takes effect."

"Xingxing..." She raised her eyes, pursed her lips and lowered her eyebrows, "Can you please not send me away? I'm really worried that you can't make it. When I come back, you will..."

If that were the case, she thought she would go crazy.

Mo Xinglan was slightly stunned, with a look of apology in his gentle eyes: "...There won't be a next time."

"Really?" Her red eyes were moist.

"Ah."

"Then let's pull the hook."

"it is good."

Two white and tender little fingers, one big and one small, were hooked together, and the thumbs pressed a seal.

Chujiu then curled the corners of his mouth slightly in satisfaction.

Remember something: "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"

"Ah."

Chujiu asked Shiyuan to bring in the porridge, helped Mo Xinglan lean against the head of the bed, and fed him one spoonful at a time.

She had been feeding him since he first woke up.

But he ate very rarely because he was in a coma most of the time.

After feeding him food several times, Chujiu became a little addicted. Every time she fed him, she was happiest.

Mo Xinglan discovered her strange hobby. As long as she served him, he would be happy to live a life of having food and clothes provided for him.

She would wait a while after feeding him the next spoonful because he ate very slowly. Maybe it was because of the injury on his body, or maybe it was something else.

"Xingxing looks so good when he eats." She never hesitated to praise him. Her eyes and eyebrows were curved with joy.

Mo Xinglan slowly raised his eyes, a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes.

Why does he feel more and more like a useless vase?

Thinking of this, he lowered his eyes again.

“You look good when you lower your eyes.” Chujiu tilted his head.

His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his hand to touch his cheek, "If I become ugly, will you still like me?"

"what?"

Chujiu was stunned for a moment before he pursed his lips, raised a hand to touch his face, and sighed sadly: "If the stars have become ugly, then I must have become ugly too, so let's not look down on each other."

"..." His eyes dimmed and he looked a little unhappy.

She knew what he was saying but she pretended not to understand.

Chujiu quickly straightened his attitude after seeing this: "Xingxing, I was wrong, don't be angry, I will answer seriously."

So she thought for a moment and smiled: "No matter what the stars look like, I like them. Ugly or beautiful. Loving someone has nothing to do with his appearance. To love someone is to love all of him, love his strengths, and tolerate his weaknesses."

Her voice is soft, sweet and touching.

She said as she stirred the bowl with the spoon in her hand: "What about the stars? If I become ugly, will they still like me?"

She knew he would still like her, but who asked him to ask her that question just now? She would not be satisfied until he answered the same question again.