"Home is a place where people can kill without blinking. Close your eyes and never know whether you will wake up tomorrow. I have known this fact since I was five years old. Although it is cruel, it must be accepted. I have been supporting it for seventeen years. Although I may be killed in the next second, I still haven't given up. I was thinking at that time, at least you are still standing with me."

"The worst time, the eleven-year-old wild attack, I was shot four times, all in the legs. I thought I would be disabled, but when I fell into the river, I gave up. It was so tired, and it was meaningless to persevere. Anyway, it was just a word of death, but I heard someone calling on the shore, and they said that Mo Beiyan was there, and they could find him by rushing over."

"So I climbed up and endured the severe pain and climbed up from the river. I was surprised where I got the strength. I also wanted to rush through the woods to find you. Although I didn't find you in the end, I still held on to the point where I couldn't fall down. At the end, Chen An came in and carried me out, and blood flowed into a river. I almost died on his back."

"I didn't feel pain or uncomfortable. At least we were fighting in the same place. I was not alone, so no matter how dangerous I was, I would protect myself. No matter how painful I was, I had to persevere, because maybe I could see you when I rushed out. Later, the eldest son of the Feng family told me that you shot two of the four shots I shot, and he saw you with his own eyes."

"I don't believe it, he insisted, I almost killed him. He said I will die at your hands sooner or later. I didn't ask you because I believe in you."

"But I was wrong. What I insisted is that one day I could get out of the control of my family, and what you insisted was that one day I could destroy me. I thought you were my relative until you said you hated me."

"I have been away for seven years and I swear to never step into America again, because I can't kill you and don't want to die at your hands. That's too cruel. Even I feel cruel. I asked Chen An, why are you so cruel?"

"I hated you, too, really."

The room was quiet, and the sound was as quiet as a river. Mo Nanjue looked at the night outside the window. He was not the one who would express his feelings like this. He never planned to tell anyone about these words, and even Chen An didn't know at that time.

This is what I say from my heart.

The naive thoughts when I was young are the most true voices.

He had already let go and no longer hated him.

Perhaps what was before was not hatred... it was despair caused by the convergence of profound disappointment.

Mo Nanjue didn't want to delve into it, and there was no need to delve into it. It's great now, really, nothing is better than this.

He knew how important it was.

He didn't speak again, nor did he ask if Mo Beiyan was listening. Mo Nanjue closed his eyes lightly and heard Mo Beiyan's suppressed pain sound coming from his ears, "I... If I cry now, will you wipe my tears?"

Mo Nanjue curled his lips lightly and kicked him, "Get out!"

"Jue, please help me wipe it..."

"Listen by yourself!"

“…”

Who licks tears?!

Mo Beiyan rolled over with difficulty, and couldn't bear it anymore and would hit the wall. If there was a sponge pad, he would not get hurt. Mo Nanjue pressed his shoulders and pulled him over to flush cold water.
Chapter completed!