The sunlight was still the same. He didn't know if it would age, perhaps. Fallen leaves were flying everywhere. Mo Ziyan sat alone on the swing. No matter what important day it was, she was immersed in her own world…
" Miss, Young Master is released from prison today. Are you…going to pick him up…" The butler walked over respectfully.
She came back to her senses and sneered." There's no need. Did he forget where his home was in three years?"”Ignoring the butler's helpless sigh, she elegantly walked to her room.
Yes, it had been three years. The butler turned around, but his back was trembling. He had visited the prison and asked the young master."Is this…worth it?" And the young master's answer would always make him cry.
"It's not worth it. It should be instinctive. Just treat it as if I owe her.”"Owe? Young Master, you've never owed her anything. Why can't she even visit you?”The butler became excited.
"She has suffered enough in the past. Dad and Mom have to make it up to her. Our family owes her fifteen years of kinship.”
If it was really as the young master said, the young miss was indeed a person with a hard life. However, she was not the only one who suffered. The young master was not wrong either. These three years in prison would definitely be a fatal stain on his life. However, the young miss was different. It was not that he was selfish, but he really hoped that the person in prison was this cold young miss-Mo Ziyan.
He walked into the room and looked at the decorations. He snorted coldly. Was all of this considered compensation? Would she be grateful just like that? No! She was the Asura of Hell and would never trust anyone! But…why did that figure appear in his mind again?
What kind of country was Dongli? From a long time ago, she had dreamed of that person who had accompanied her as she grew up. She did not understand why such a person would always appear in her dreams, but every time, tears would flow down her face." If I had known, I would not have said such heartless words. Why did you deprive me of the right to regret?”The right to regret? What did that mean?
A gust of cold wind blew past, and Ziyan woke up with a start. Why…did she remember again? That person whom he had never seen before and whose name he did not even know…
"Xiaoyan." A middle-aged woman walked over, her footsteps accentuating her elegance. She was the mother in name. "What's the matter?" He replied coldly, arrogant. Indifferent.
"Um…hehe, it's nothing. Xiaoyan, go pick up your brother. You haven't visited him once in the past three years. If you don't go today, your brother will be sad. After all, he was imprisoned because…"
"It's because of me, right?" Ziyan interrupted her." What does it have to do with me whether he's sad or not? Besides, he went to jail voluntarily. I didn't force him.”
"Child, your brother still dotes on you. Now, are you unwilling to even meet him? You have to have a conscience, Xiaoyan. Don't disappoint us.”
" Haha…" Zi Yan laughed maniacally. There was a void in his laughter, but it made one's heart ache. "Conscience? You want to talk about conscience with me? The organization didn't teach me anything!" With a change of topic, she returned to being cold.
"Pa!" Mo Ding's mother finally couldn't take it anymore and gave her a slap. "Mo Ziyan, I've worked so hard for the past four years just to make you happy. I've done everything for you and never forced you to do anything. Why can't you forget the past? Why can't we start over?" Organization, organization. Why did he keep mentioning it? Couldn't he just forget about it?
Mo Ziyan was shocked. Did she hit her just now? What right did she have? No one had ever slapped her. She was only a mother in name, or a stranger.
"Pa!" Ziyan slapped her back. All the servants in the room, including the butler, were shocked. Meanwhile, Mo Ding's mother was stunned and looked at her in disbelief. She still could not believe the truth, but the pain was right on her face and in her heart. This was definitely not her daughter. Otherwise, why, why…
" Xiao…Xiaoyan." Mo Ding's mother's eyes were filled with tears and her entire body was trembling. The butler stared at her intently. Mo Ziyan quickly ran to Mo Ding's mother and grabbed her neck with one hand.
"What's wrong? Are you scared?" She said lightly, her lips leaning against Mo Ding's mother's ear. The sound of breathing echoed in Mo Ding's mother's heart.
"Miss, Madam is your mother. You…let go of Madam.”The butler hesitated on the spot and did not dare to approach her. This was the woman that Young Master was protecting. If something really happened to Madam, how could Young Master bear it when he came back!
"Mother? How laughable." She gradually put down her hand. Mrs. Mo took two steps back and knelt on the ground, breathing heavily. A group of people surrounded her. "Let me tell you, I, Mo Ziyan, have never treated this place as my home. Also, don't try to challenge my bottom line.”
She sat in front of the dressing mirror and combed her hair one by one. She looked at the mirror carefully and fixed every flaw in her body.
"Xiaoyan." " Your brother didn't do anything wrong. He doesn't have to take any responsibility at all. We're all trying to make up for it, but why aren't you willing to change?" Mo Wen's mother cried. " In the past three years, I've been crying every day. Every time I visit your brother, he always asks us to treat you better and give you his love. He always pretends to be so strong, but we understand his hardships. He grew up in our hands. He's so strong. How should he deal with this stain? Why can't you understand his pain? Why?"
The hand that was tidying her hair was stunned. She looked at herself in the mirror. Why…did her face look a little pale? That was impossible. She wouldn't bear to do that, and she couldn't!!!!!
" I don't understand." The three words lingered in the room quietly…
"Madam, let's go. It's time to pick up Young Master.”The butler broke the silence and reminded Mo Ding's mother. It took her a long time to regain her senses and let the maid help her up.
She looked at her daughter's side profile. She was so beautiful and seductive, but…no one understood her and no one could enter her heart. She wiped her tears and walked out of the door. Perhaps she should stay away from this cold daughter. She should give up. She really should give up because she was too tired. It was more tiring than anything she had done.
At some point, the sun had already set in the west, reflecting the fiery red maple leaves. Half of the sky was so red, like blood, ha ~! Yes, it was like blood, seductive, and strange.
She closed her eyes and lay on the soft bed, unwilling to think about the past. However, that slap had broken her protective line, and her memories…were out of control.
It was a long time ago. Maybe she was four, maybe three, maybe... she was thrown on the street by her mother, who was angry with her father. Maybe her mother just wanted to scare her father, but she never knew how scared she was when she was young. Facing strangers and unfamiliar emptiness, she cried for a long time, unable to predict what was waiting for her.
Beating, whipping, hunger, fear, betrayal, torture, darkness…there was no end to it. She could still remember that person's words when she was fifteen. She could even remember his expression.
"2537, someone bought you.”
Hehe, she had been an assassin for so many years, but she had never seen an assassin walk out of here safely. Someone actually bought her. Was it related to her previous target? Was the organization…willing to give up her remaining value?
Although she was feeling uneasy inside, she could never show it. She still remembered the feeling when she walked out of there without a mission. It was even more complicated than when she was on a mission!
"Xiao…Xiaoyan, is it…Xiaoyan?”
The noblewoman stared at her with tears all over her face. What Xiaoyan? Wasn't she 2537? There was only a code name. As for the name, he could call it whatever he wanted. She had a drawer full of ID cards and a bunch of business cards that could prove her various identities. She seemed to have used them on a mission the day before yesterday.
"You bought me?"
This was her first sentence. It was so short, and her words were filled with indifference. She was not afraid of death, because she had always been living a life worse than death. The organization raised them like dogs. When they were happy, they would give them some food, and when they were unhappy, they would kick them a few times. This was not rare at all.
"That's right. Oh, no, I'm not buying it. I'm taking you home.”The woman's tears flowed even more violently, making her feel annoyed.
"Little sister." A man who was about one or two years older than her rushed over and hugged her.
"Pa!" Mo Ziyan quickly threw him over her shoulder and kicked him in the chest.
Ridiculous, what home? What sister? What was going on? Did he think she was an idiot?
"Xiaoyan, let go of your brother. You can't do this.”The woman rushed over and easily pushed her away. Logically speaking, it was impossible for ordinary people to push her away. However, for some reason, she did not resist at that time.
The " younger sister " man stood up from the ground and rubbed his chest. He smiled at her and said," My name is Mo Wenyin. You can call me Brother Wenyin." He didn't mind the fall and kick, showing his gentlemanly demeanor.
He smiled elegantly. One look and one could tell that he was a young master who had received a higher education. He was dressed in white casual clothes and looked very sunny. It was the kind of sunshine that she would never be able to come into contact with. His handsomeness and temperament were something she had never seen before. Being different was synonymous with him.
"Ha!" She wanted to give him a smile, but she realized that she had long lost this instinct. All other smiles were so hypocritical. What came out of his mouth was mockery and indifference.
But, home? Was she that far away? This was so sudden and had given her a huge blow. If she really had a so-called family, why would she suffer so much? Why was he an assassin who lived in the dark?
" Let's go home. Let's go home." Mo Wenyin looked into her eyes, hoping that she would believe him. At that time, he had loved his sister dearly. He had only vowed to give her the best and make her open her heart.
The wind blew into the window. Mo Ziyan came back to her senses and realized that the sun had completely set. The sky was dark…#Cancel all reviews: wdd201302 Time:111420185: 54PM #
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