Morning Star

Chapter 262 She is here to make up the numbers.

Seeing that he still didn't want to eat, Chujiu showed a hint of worry and gently advised: "You have been in a coma for two days and haven't eaten anything. Even if you don't want to eat, you have to eat something to fill your stomach."

His eyes trembled slightly, and he took out a small dagger. He held the snow fruit in his left hand and the dagger in his right hand.

He slowly turned his head and lowered his eyes to watch her cut the snow fruit into small pieces. He was stunned for a moment and there was some bitterness in his eyes.

She used to be afraid of cutting her hands even when cutting vegetables, but now she can cut snow fruit on her hands. Aren't you afraid of getting hurt?

Her white and tender hand held a thumb-wide piece of snow fruit and passed it to his lips: "Eat one piece. If you don't want to move, I'll cut it into small pieces and feed it to you."

"..." He looked at her for a moment, lowered his eyes, gently opened his lips and took a bite.

Seeing that he was finally willing to eat, she breathed a sigh of relief and slightly raised the corners of her lips.

Mo Xinglan slowly ate the snow fruit that she handed to his lips.

Chujiu peeled off another piece and handed it to him.

He tilted his head and shook it, then lowered his head and covered his upper abdomen, his eyebrows slightly frowned.

"Are you not feeling well?" Chujiu was worried after seeing this, and felt a little overwhelmed and flustered.

He just lowered his head and didn't reply to her.

Seeing him in pain, she felt anxious, but there was nothing she could do.

After a while, Mo Xinglan took a pill, leaned his head against the stone wall and looked at Chujiu calmly: "It's okay."

He had a hoarse voice and spoke weakly and softly.

After hearing his answer, Chujiu was still worried. He hesitated for a moment, lowered his head, exhaled, and put away the uneaten snow fruit.

Then he looked at him and said, "If you want to eat anytime, tell me, okay?"

He hesitated: "... Yeah."

Chujiu ate the two fruits that Chifeng brought back and continued to sew clothes.

Mo Xinglan lowered his eyes and looked at the half-sewn part of the dress in her hand.

Some of the stitches were close together, some were far apart, and crooked. The two pieces of cloth were twisted together in some places, and too far apart in others. It was really uncomfortable to look at.

However, it is not difficult to see that the person who sewed it put a lot of thought into it. One can only say that the person's skills are really poor and it is obvious that it is the first time he sews clothes.

As Chujiu was sewing, she felt as if someone was watching her movements. She sewed another stitch, then stopped and looked sideways at him.

She noticed that his eyes were fixed on the clothes she was sewing, and from time to time, there was a hint of imperceptible disdain in his eyes.

Looking back at the clothes in his hands, his ears felt hot as he explained, "I, I was thinking, although I brought a lot of clothes, I don't know how long the journey will take and how many clothes will be torn. I can't just throw away the clothes when they are torn, it's too wasteful. So, I thought of sewing them. Anyway, I have nothing to do and I happened to have brought needles and thread."

After a pause, she tightened her grip on the clothes, bit her lower lip, and said without confidence: "I... This is my first time sewing clothes. I don't have much experience yet."

Then he bit his lower lip again and said, "Although, it's ugly, very ugly, but, but... I have tried my best. No one... has taught me these."

By the end of her speech, she felt that she could hardly hear her own voice.

It was so embarrassing. Although she didn't think girls had to know how to use needles and thread and sew clothes, it was really embarrassing to let others see that the clothes she sewed were so ugly and her needlework was so bad.

As the saying goes, it is not the person's fault if he is ugly, but it is his fault if he looks scary. And her needlework is that person.

"Give me."

A hoarse voice without any emotion came into her ears.

She was stunned for a moment, and her hand holding the clothes tightened. After hesitating for a long time, she lowered her head, and handed the clothes to him with a nervous heart.

He also reminded: "You, be careful, the needle is still on it."

No way, she knows that her sewing is ugly, so why not show it to others for viewing, okay?

Mo Xinglan glanced at her, took the clothes and put them on his legs.

He smoothed out the broken area, looked at the mess, and sighed softly.

He untied the ball of thread, pulled out the thread, and expertly tied a knot at the end of the thread. He held the damaged part with his left hand, and with his right hand, he lowered his eyes and began to sew carefully.

Chujiu hung her head, wondering why he hadn't returned it to her yet. She looked up and found that he was sewing clothes for her.

She immediately raised her head and looked at the movements of his hands in shock.

Each stitch is done so effortlessly, with each needle hole being neither too wide nor too narrow, just the right size, and evenly spaced.

Seeing how skillfully he moved, with every stitch neat and precise, she felt inferior. The more she watched, the more useless and inferior she felt.

This was the first time in her life that she felt such a great sense of failure. Whether in appearance, strength, or some skills in daily life, she was inferior to the man in front of her.

It turned out that she was just here to make up the numbers, she was everywhere.

While she was still feeling inferior, Mo Xinglan had already sewed up all the torn parts of her clothes.

He turned his head away and handed her the clothes.

She was stunned for a moment, took the clothes woodenly, and looked through them slowly.

It cannot be said that there are absolutely no traces of sewing, but if you don't look closely, it is not easy to tell that the clothes have been sewn.

Mo Xinglan thought she would laugh at him after getting the clothes, but after waiting for a long time he heard her whisper "Thank you."

He was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at her, and found that she was sitting there in a daze, holding her clothes and burying her head.

"What are you thinking about?" I blurted out, but I regretted it as soon as I said it.

Chujiu's eyelashes trembled and she came back to her senses. She looked up and smiled, "I was thinking you're really amazing. I want to learn from you."

"..." His eyes flashed with sarcasm and he turned his head away and stopped looking at her.

Learn from him? What is there to learn from him?

At this time, Chujiu was staring at the sewn clothes on his legs with his head down, not blinking, in a daze again.

But my mind was thinking about the dream I had last night.

In her dream, she went back and saw her parents, Chu Xiaoshi, and even Xiao Xiao went back with her.

In her dream, she didn't remember Mo Xinglan and lived an ordinary life every day. Later, Xiao Xiao found someone she liked, and soon Xiao Xiao got married. She attended Xiao Xiao's wedding. After a while, Chu Xiao Shi also found someone he liked.

Seeing that she was not young anymore, her parents found many blind dates for her, but she didn't like any of them. She was still ordinary. But she always felt that something was missing in her heart. Because of that missing piece, she was unhappy every day and was confused. Until the end of the dream, she still couldn't remember where the missing piece was.

After waking up from the dream and seeing Mo Xinglan still unconscious beside me, the piece of sadness in my heart was finally filled.

It was clearly a dream, but the feeling was too real. She didn't want to have this dream again in her life.