Chapter 349 – Your family’s plum blossom is lost again (26)
Well, looking at it now, it really does seem to be the case…
What the hell.
Feeling irritated, Mu Ci leaned back and closed his eyes, unwilling to even analyze what kind of emotion he was experiencing.
It was meaningless.
After all… it wasn’t that he couldn’t feel emotions, but rather that he didn’t know how to.
Mu Ci’s eyes cracked open slightly. A trace of chaos flickered through the gaps of his gaze—carrying despair and a desire to destroy everything—heavy, yet once again concealed by him.
Besides, for someone born in darkness, entirely steeped in it, how could they possibly reach for the light?
It would only hurt them.
Unknowingly, he drifted off to sleep.
In his dreams, he seemed to see the little girl who had always followed behind him growing up. She still had that round, apple-like face, her smile sweet and soft. But that smile wasn’t directed at him. It was aimed at another tall, slender man.
He couldn’t see the man’s face clearly.
He only saw the man’s hand resting on Yan Luo’s waist. Then, the little girl led him forward, speaking in her soft, sugary voice with a hint of coyness before finally turning to address Mu Ci.
“Xiao Gege, look! This is the person I like. I’m going to marry him and be his bride.”
*Thump*
Mu Ci abruptly sat up, his phone slipping from his side and hitting the floor with a dull thud.
“F*ck!”
His hand clenched tightly around the sheets as he cursed, pressing his fingers against his temple. Only after a long while did the throbbing veins at his forehead slowly ease.
Glancing at the clock beside him, it was nearly eleven. He had actually slept for over three hours.
His body felt sore. Mu Ci stood up, picking up his phone.
Yet the agitation in his heart didn’t lessen in the slightest. Instead, it grew stronger, like an inexplicable unease.
Feeling restless, he grabbed the tablet from beside his desk. Unlocking it with his fingerprint, the interface immediately shifted to another screen.
His fingers tapped lightly at the side, his gaze seemingly fixed on the display but at the same time empty, unfocused.
By the time he snapped back to reality, he frowned and shut the tablet.
His mind was no longer at peace.
As absurd as it seemed, Yan Luzheng’s words tonight had truly left him restless.
He figured he should really take a moment to think about what Yan Luo meant to him.
Pressing his lips together slightly, his brows arched lazily. He leaned back in the chair, lifting a hand to massage his temples with his knuckles.
Recalling the dream, everything was crystal clear, except for the man’s face. But the little girl’s radiant smile… that, he remembered vividly. And it made him so furious he wanted to kill someone.
Finally, he took a cold shower. With damp hair clinging to his forehead, Mu Ci, still feeling irritable, stepped out, planning to grab a bottle of ice water from the fridge to cool himself down.
As he approached the kitchen, he noticed the faint glow of the light inside—and a familiar, soft voice muttering to itself:
“Milk, milk, milk… Long legs, long legs, long legs~!”
Mu Ci : …??
He leaned against the doorframe, choosing a slightly concealed spot, and peered into the kitchen.
The fridge door was open. That tiny troublemaker—the one who had been throwing his heart into turmoil—was rummaging through the shelves, her soft pink lips slightly pursed in stubborn determination as she reached deep inside and finally pulled out a carton of milk.