Chapter 39: Disappointment (Part Two)

The wardrobe seemed as if it had been locked from the inside, refusing to budge. It was clear just how much force Li Jun must have used! Mo Yu fetched a sturdy wooden chair and placed it before the wardrobe, then asked Qing Xuan for the knife he held. Standing on tiptoe, Mo Yu sliced off a plank from the top of the wardrobe, then poked her head inside.

Though her own body blocked most of the light, she could still make out the scene within by the faint glow. The wardrobe was an ordinary model, without any divider in the middle. Li Jun was curled up in the left corner, unconscious, his hands instinctively gripping the wardrobe door with such force that blood stained his arms and fingers—even though there were no visible wounds, probably due to his own healing abilities.

At Li Jun’s feet lay the backpack Mo Yu had originally given him, still bulging, likely filled with food. In the other corner rested a jet-black gun, its surface gleaming faintly in the weak light.

It looked as though Li Jun had tossed it aside in a moment of panic.

“Li Jun! Li Jun! Wake up!” Mo Yu dared not shout too loudly. But Li Jun seemed to have been too deeply shocked, remaining unconscious, impossible to rouse.

If she were to hack open the door with the knife or kick it down, Li Jun might be injured; but if she didn’t...

“Qing Xuan, come, help me.”

...

Mo Yu cut away all the planks from the top of the wardrobe with the knife. Now, the wardrobe resembled a sealed “potato box.”

Qing Xuan braced his legs against both sides of the wardrobe, twisted, and slipped inside. Gripping the top edge, he slowly lowered himself down before dropping in.

“Hey, don’t step on him on purpose!”

“Hey, Qing Xuan, be gentle.”

... Hey, are you done yet...

At last, with Mo Yu’s face darkened in exasperation, the wardrobe slowly opened before her, and a human-shaped figure tumbled out as the door swung wide.

Mo Yu gazed at Li Jun’s pale little face and the faint scars left behind by healed wounds, feeling a sudden pang of tenderness.

She wondered where Xiao Chi-chi was now, whether he was doing well, whether he was warm and well-fed...

Mo Yu carefully lifted him up from behind.

As for the aggrieved “secondary culprit” behind her—hmph.

Gently, Mo Yu helped Li Jun out of his filthy clothes before laying his small body on the soft bed. Watching him unconsciously curl himself into a tight ball, a feeling of disappointment toward Ling Zi and Cheng Qi Dong welled up in Mo Yu’s heart.

Mo Yu knew Ling Zi was right to be concerned for her, but it was Ling Zi who had given Li Jun greater hope, who liked and cared for him the most, and yet it was still Ling Zi who had left Li Jun behind in their escape.

The window stood wide open, letting in rain and wind. Mo Yu closed the screen and stood quietly by it.

In the distance, faint lights flickered; the street was still noisy and harsh. Some leaves had already yellowed, drifting forlornly in the wind. Lightning streaked across the dark sky like arrows, while the headlights of fleeing cars flashed intermittently through the rain.

A cool breeze swept through, turning what was once the most romantic sound of rain into something frightening...

Behind her came the sound of heavy objects being dragged across the floor, tinged with sadness.

She turned and saw Qing Xuan piling all their belongings by the door. Hurrying over, she began to help, observing him as she worked.

Mo Yu felt Qing Xuan had changed. The childishness he once had was slowly giving way to maturity. He knew to shield her in times of danger, to defend and fortify when escaping. His thoughts and attitude were steadily growing more mature.

Though he was only a snake, merely her pet, it was undeniable that he had been born a mature “human.”

He stood about six feet tall, with a perfect physique—strong but not brash—a gentle, clean face, and even possessed “the real thing”...

Qing Xuan let Mo Yu gaze at him as she pleased. Though he didn’t know what she was thinking, he truly liked the way she focused on him.

Simply because the focus of her attention was himself.

Qing Xuan instinctively tilted his head, deliberately revealing his “perfect forty-five-degree profile.”

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