Mo Ran grinned. “I’ll order according to Shizun’s tastes then.”. “You know what kind of food I like?” Chu Wanning asked mildly. “Mhm, I do,” Mo Ran said after a pause. He’d always known, he’d just never bothered to remember before. But from now on, he intended to never forget.

“Then do you know what his wish was when Mo Ran first became my disciple?” Chu Wanning's eyes became colder, and the depth of the silence there was deeper than before. “He said he wanted to have a holy weapon like Tianwen. This way, more lives could be saved.”.

They may not be the best people in the world, the most beautiful people, the richest people, the greatest, the most powerful and broad-minded people, but for Mo Ran, Chu Wanning is no match.

Over three thousand steps Chu Wanning had crawled, carrying him on his back—how could it not hurt… He’d drained his very last reserves of spiritual energy, he’d given it all to Mo Ran, how could it not hurt….

Before he could finish the thought, he heard Mo Ran finally speak. “I had my fill of fucking and got bored of it, all right? Now kindly piss off.”. Chu Wanning was dumbfounded. From the silence on the other side of the wall, Xue Meng was the same.

Xue Meng burst out laughing all of a sudden, tilting his head back to look up at the dim ceiling. “Mo Ran, out of the entirety of Sisheng Peak, the one who thought the most highly of you was him. But this is how you’ve paid him back.”.

A person willing to exchange gold for you is lust. A person willing to trade a promising future for you is love. And a person is willing to use twenty years of age, their finest years, to wait for you. He did not ask for anything in return. That’s stupid. Really, really stupid.

Even if he was that of a past life, even if they had no memories in common, even if all of Mo Ran's knowledge about Chu Zongshi came from history books, or even if Chu Zongshi had zero knowledge about the modern Mo Ran. His soul remained the same.

“If. you’d found out earlier that the person who gave you congee outside Wubei Temple was me. ” Chu Wanning sounded bone-weary. “Would you have spared me all those years in Wushan Palace?”. The question cut straight to the quick of Mo Ran’s heart. He knew.

They were still far from embodying perfect brotherhood, but Xue Meng would still make an ugly little clay figurine of Mo Ran when he was sculpting; and when Xue Meng was ill, Mo Ran would still make a bowl of noodles and bring it to his bedside.

“That’s what you all say—that you won’t leave, that you won’t abandon me.” Teetering on the edge of slumber, Mo Ran muttered dazedly with heavy-lidded eyes.

In the wontons that came out of Mo Ran's hands were a thousand years of deep love. Nothing in the world could compare.

No matter what, this Shizun of his had always looked down on him, had never treated him with sincerity. He didn't regret killing him at all. He didn't regret. .

Burying his head in Mo Ran’s shoulder, he whispered, “To tell you a secret. I don’t like him. ”. “To tell you a secret, I really do,” Mo Ran answered. “Huh?” The boy stared. Innocent as he was, his only response was another whisper. “Really?”. “Shh, don’t tell anyone.”.

When he finally unfroze, Chu Wanning mumbled blankly, “I have a terrible temper.”. “You’re very good to me.”. “I-I’m too old.”. “You look younger than I do.”.

Suddenly, Mo Ran wanted to know how long Chu Wanning had been standing in his shadow, silently keeping him company, wordlessly waiting for Mo Ran to look back, to reach out, to turn around and see him.

“What are you doing?” said Chu Wanning. The youth grinned. “Xianjun, Xianjun, I’ve been watching you for ages already. Why won’t you pay attention to me?”.

When Mo Ran said that he would write his mother a letter, he wrote over three hundred letters. He said that he would write a thousand letters and burn them down with the Underworld’s mother during the Mystic Orchid Festival… How could he so easily forget three hundred letters!.

“You don’t have to do everything yourself,” said Mo Ran. “I’m here—you can rely on me.”.

After this clamour, Chu Wanning could no longer hear the sound of his heartbeat. He waited for a moment. He waited for a while. He waited for a long time. There was no more sound. No sound. Nothing at all. .