Morning Star

Chapter 338 I'd Rather Not Have That Past

"...Okay." She was silent for a moment, then nodded without asking any more questions.

Mo Xinglan was surprised that she was so straightforward and didn't ask any questions.

"You don't ask why?"

"Why ask?"

You won’t tell me even if I ask you.

"...Let's go then."

After saying this, without her consent, he pulled her out of the Demon Temple without looking back.

Chujiu followed him, glanced back at the statue of the devil, then lowered his eyes and looked back.

The Demon God Temple is located at the innermost part of the Demon Palace. The Demon Palace is huge. It takes an hour to walk slowly from the Demon God Temple to Mo Xinglan's bedroom.

After coming out of the Demon Temple, Chujiu didn't say a word along the way.

Mo Xinglan was not used to the quietness of the ninth day.

"Why don't you speak?"

Chujiu raised her eyes with a clear and calm look: "What did you say?"

"Are you unhappy?" He frowned.

“Why should I be happy?”

It's obviously just a very ordinary rhetorical question, but it always gives people a feeling of being angry.

"Are you... angry?"

"Why am I angry?"

Another rhetorical question.

"..."

It was clearly him who was asking her, but in the end he was left speechless by her question.

"You've been unhappy since last night. What's going on in your mind?"

He always felt that she was thinking about something insignificant again.

After hearing his words, Chujiu's anger, which he had suppressed with great difficulty, ignited again.

He stopped, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said calmly: "Isn't everything I think about related to you? So do you think I'm overthinking something again?"

"..." Mo Xinglan opened his mouth.

After being stunned for a long time, he finally managed to utter a sentence: "Then...what are you thinking about? Why are you unhappy?"

Chujiu stared at him for a long time, lowered his eyes and sighed: "I don't want to talk about this anymore."

He wouldn't tell her anyway. Talking too much would only make her more angry. It was as if she was forcing him. If he didn't want to tell her, she didn't bother to ask. At worst, she would never mention it again and never think about it again.

However, Mo Xinglan, who was unaware of the situation, was annoyed by her sudden change of words.

He grabbed her shoulders angrily and said, "Why don't you want to talk anymore? Why didn't you stop talking halfway?"

Chujiu, who was already in a bad mood, was annoyed by his action and slapped his hand away. Finally, he couldn't suppress his anger: "What do you mean I said half of the words? What did I say? It's obviously you who have been asking, did I say anything?"

"You said you were thinking about something related to me, and when I asked you, you said you didn't want to talk about it anymore. Aren't you just saying half of what you meant?" Mo Xinglan was not to be outdone and grabbed her shoulders again.

Chujiu was so angry that her eyes were twitching and her breathing was a little rapid. She pushed him away and yelled at him: "Yes, I was thinking about you! But you always think I'm overthinking it again!"

"So what are you thinking about?" Mo Xinglan was pushed back a few steps by her. After he stood firm, he stared at her with resentment.

"What am I thinking?" She gritted her teeth, feeling angry and aggrieved. She bent down and grabbed a handful of snow from the ground, rolled it into a ball and threw it at him. "I'm thinking why you didn't tell me about your past! Even if you didn't want to at all!"

Mo Xinglan stood there without dodging, letting her throw snowballs at him. He stood there in a daze while listening to her words.

Chujiu was tired of bending over, so he simply stood up, raised his hand, wrapped a snowball with his spiritual energy, held it in his hand and threw it at him.

"I've clearly told you about my past, but you don't want to tell me about yours! Why?"

"Mo Xinglan, you are so annoying! You are so annoying! You are more cunning than that vixen!"

"I feel annoyed when I see your face!"

He didn't move even when she hit him. After a while, she felt bored and even angrier. She was so angry that tears flowed down her face.

She raised her hand to wipe the tears from her face, then turned around and walked towards the bedroom without looking back.

Mo Xinglan stood there in a daze, her words just now echoing in her mind.

"Oh!"

A muffled sound brought him back to his senses and he looked towards the source of the sound.

Perhaps because the snow was too slippery, Chujiu accidentally fell and lay on the ground.

"Jiu'er!"

Worried that she might fall, he quickly ran over, squatted down and helped her up.

But as soon as it touched her arm, she slapped it away.

"I don't need you to pull me up. I can get up by myself!"

She held her breath and climbed up on the snow, but just as she got up, her feet slipped and she fell down again with a thump.

Not only did he bury his face in the snow, but he also ate a mouthful of snowflakes.

"Jiu...Jiuer." Mo Xinglan called out softly, and his outstretched hand froze in place.

When she fell again, he subconsciously reached out to help her, but suddenly remembered that she didn't want him to pull her, so he stopped again, and she fell face down.

"..."

Chujiu lay there in a daze for a few breaths. He could no longer hold back the grievances in his heart and suddenly burst out. He raised his head and cried, hitting the snow with his fists.

“Wow——You’re bullying me too, wow——”

There were snowflakes on her face, and snowflakes were coming out of her mouth because of her crying. For a moment, tears mixed with snowflakes fell on the snow.

"..."

Mo Xinglan looked distressed, and reached out to gently wipe away the snowflakes on her face and mouth. He picked her up with both hands and walked towards the bedroom.

This time Chujiu did not refuse him. She buried her head in his neck with tears and grievance.

She sobbed and mumbled, "Don't think that if you hug me, I will forgive you and won't be angry anymore. I tell you, I won't forgive you that easily."

"Why do you want to know my past so much?" He listened to her intermittent words patiently, feeling a little helpless.

Chujiu pursed his lips and snorted angrily, without answering him.

Mo Xinglan sighed and laughed at himself: "My past is full of shame. It's not worth recalling, and it's not worth worrying about for you."

"Wouldn't it be better to let the past be the past?"

"That's fine, but you can't escape from the past." She raised her eyes and glared at him unhappily.

She paused and began to reason: "Let the past be the past, which means to say goodbye to the past. Even if it is suddenly brought up one day, you can treat it with a normal attitude instead of avoiding it."

But he sneered: "I would rather not have such a past."

Chu Jiu was stunned and lowered his eyes. Thinking of his experiences in the Mo family, a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes.

Yes, no one wants to have such a past.

She put her arms around his neck, buried her head in his neck again, and said sullenly, "If you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask. But you can't, you can't be sad because of the past."

Mo Xinglan paused slightly and opened his lips: "... Yeah."

Is it that obvious?

While he was puzzled, Chujiu changed the subject: "Besides, you made me angry, I won't calm down so easily. You have to find a way to make me happy, otherwise I won't forgive you, humph."

Although I'm not that angry anymore, I won't forgive him so easily, otherwise it would be too easy for him.

Mo Xinglan was a little dazed when he heard her angry words. He suddenly felt so wronged. He was the one who was beaten just now, and he was not angry yet. Not only did she not calm down, but she also wanted him to cheer her up. What kind of thing was this?