Yun Qishen

Chapter 2273 Coincidence
Mo Ruo's laughter didn't last long before Mo Wangchuan's dry laughter came from the doorway, "Hehehe."

Mo Ruo quickly turned her head and her eyes lit up, "Grandpa!"

Mo Li remained calm, pursing his lips as he watched Mo Wangchuan slowly approach, "Grandpa..."

"Alright, Mo Li, you're still not well, so just stay in bed." Seeing that Mo Li was about to force himself to get out of bed to bow, Mo Wangchuan quickened his pace and stepped forward to stop him. "Grandpa just came to see my precious grandsons."

"Thank you for your concern, Grandpa." Mo Li said, then coughed twice due to shortness of breath.

As Mo Wangchuan helped Mo Li to his feet, he asked kindly, "What exactly happened? How did our Mo Li get injured like this? You should know that the three Mo family elders exhausted all their ghost power just to stitch up your wound. Once you're better, you must go and thank them properly."

"Grandson will definitely go and express his gratitude." Mo Li looked at Mo Wangchuan's kind smile, his hands clenching slightly under the covers. "As for the guy who hurt me... he was very fierce, and I was too weak to subdue him. Please, Grandpa..."

Mo Wangchuan smiled and shook his head, "It's alright, it's alright, how could Grandpa blame his most beloved grandson! You're always right, Grandpa will always trust you, Mo Li."

trust?

Mo Li found it all laughable. Had they ever trusted him? If they had, why hadn't they told him what had happened to his parents, and why had they hidden the family's affairs?

Mo Ruo leaned closer to Mo Wangchuan, "Grandpa, have you ever heard of soul reversal?"

Mo Wangchuan opened his drooping eyes, a hint of wariness in his bluish-gray pupils. But when he turned to look at Mo Ruo, he narrowed his eyes and revealed a kind expression. "Soul reversal? What do you mean by that?"

Mo Ruo gestured with his hands, "It's about the transformation of an evil soul into a benevolent soul."

"Did you encounter it, Mo Ruo? Or did you encounter it, Mo Li?"

Mo Wangchuan glanced at Mo Li, and Mo Li met his gaze with those eyes that were as deep and unfathomable as an underwater fault line.

"I just heard it from someone else, I was just curious." Mo Ruo pulled Mo Wangchuan, eagerly seeking an answer.

Mo Wangchuan stared at Mo Li for a moment before turning back to look at Mo Ruo. "Hehe, Mo Ruo, why are you curious about this? Haven't you always believed that evil people can't turn to good? Naturally, their souls are the same. The sins of the soul accumulate, and once a good soul transforms into an evil soul, there is no possibility of reversal."

Mo Ruo nodded vigorously, because Mo Wangchuan's answer was exactly the same as his own. He firmly believed that Mo Li had lost his mind.

"Grandpa," Mo Li said, taking a deep breath.

Mo Wangchuan smiled, but his smile was no longer as kind as before. "Hmm? What's wrong, Mo Li? Is there something you want to say?"

Mo Li's eyes were firm, and he clenched his fists. "I want to ask about Fuwa. Grandpa, could you please stop Lang Qin from refining her? What I mean is, let Lang Qin go, and let that child go too."

“Mo Li, I’m glad you have a kind heart, but… there are some things I can’t stop.” Mo Wangchuan raised his thin, bony hand and touched Mo Li’s forehead. “Because this is Lang Qin’s fate, and also that Fuwa’s fate.”

Mo Li felt Mo Wangchuan's caress while suppressing her trembling, "Is there really no other way?"

“Mo Li, we cannot interfere with the fate of others. Once we violate this rule, we will only end up hurting ourselves.” Mo Wangchuan withdrew his hand and walked around the bed with his hands behind his back. “Sometimes you work your butt off, only to find that you have worked for nothing. You can’t bear such a thing.”

"grandfather……"

Mo Wangchuan stopped, looking down at Mo Li with indifferent eyes, "Mo Li, do you hate your grandfather?"

Noticing the tense atmosphere, Mo Ruo quickly chimed in, "How could Brother Mo Li hate Grandpa! Grandpa loves us both the most! We love Grandpa and are too busy being filial to him!"

"Haha, Mo Ruo is still so impatient." Mo Wangchuan put on a kind smile again. "Mo Li, if you want to hate, then hate your grandfather. Your grandfather will let you hate."

"..." Mo Li remained silent, only lowering his head. He dared not look directly into Mo Wangchuan's eyes. "It's time for me to go back too. Mo Li, take good care of yourself. Grandpa is waiting to play chess with you." With that, Mo Wangchuan left the room step by step, his hands behind his back.

"Grandpa, take care!" Mo Ruo had just seen the person to the door and was about to turn back to Mo Li when Mo Li spoke up.

"Mo Ruo..." Mo Li gently pressed his throat with his hand, then lay down. "I want to be alone for a while. You can come see me again tomorrow morning."

"Okay..." Although Mo Ruo was reluctant, she still gently closed the door. Before leaving, she left a caring message through the door, "Then Brother Mo Li, you should rest well. I will come to see you again tomorrow."

Mo Li, inside the room, let out a long sigh, her feelings a complex mix of emotions.

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After leaving Mo Li's recuperation room, Mo Langqin went straight back to his room. Today was a day off, so he didn't have to go to the classroom for his studies or deal with people like Mo Ning and Mo Ding who bothered him.

He had thought that everything would continue smoothly and pleasantly after visiting Mo Li today. However, Mo Li's visit instead brought him a bad mood.

"Mo Langqin?"

When Mo Langqin pushed open the door, Yan Cang was weaving something with the flowers and plants outside. Mo Langqin ignored Yan Cang's greeting and went straight up to hug her.

“Um…” Yan Cang blushed completely. She was about to say something when she was interrupted by Mo Langqin’s cold and impatient tone.

"Yan Cang, don't say anything yet, just let me hold you like this for a while..."

Yan Cang fell silent. This was the first time she had seen Mo Langqin like this in recent days, and the first time Mo Langqin had taken the initiative to approach her so proactively.

This is destiny!

Thinking this, Yan Cang also put his arms around Mo Langqin's back.

Mo Langqin tightened his grip slightly, his heart filled with anxiety.

I must save her, I absolutely must save her.

Who exactly is "she" referring to?

Mo Langqin was confused. He knew very well that Yan Cang was not his mother, but he still kept merging the images of the two of them together.

That's enough! Stop taking advantage of people like that!

A gentle, nostalgic voice rang in Mo Langqin's ears.

Mother?

Mo Langqin opened her eyes wide and looked at the guy sitting on the edge of the bed. It was Mo Tianlan.

Mo Langqin quickly realized that it wasn't his mother, but a white shadow, a white shadow that he had imagined in his mind.

Has my image changed again in your eyes? Who have I become?

The white figure squinted and spoke softly.