Chapter 555 - For Him, I Will (1/2)

The sea breeze gently blew. Eleven’s hair was gently ruffled by it and blew past her face. There was a slight cold in her gaze as she looked down. The little glint in her pitch-black eyes gradually faded.

She shook her head. It was better not to see him.

Ye Wei nodded and did not make things difficult for her. Ye Wei could tell that she could not let go of Mo Ye but could not tell whether it was something good or bad. It was, to Mo Ye, something good.

She had heard Mo Jue mention about them and often felt regret. It was perhaps this mortal desire for perfection that left room for regret at the slightest imperfection.

The same could be said for feelings.

“It’s also good that you don’t see him. You’re not going to feel any better when you see him in his current state,” Ye Wei said. She raised her eyebrows and looked into the calm sea on the horizon. She gently said, “Why is it just so difficult to be human?”

Whether it was Eleven or herself, both of them were trapped in these feelings and felt as though they were bound.

It was even more so for her. She felt it even more keenly when she was with Mo Jue.

“What’s with Mo Jue and you?” Eleven laughed and asked. They had sacrificed so much, one chance each, that they ought not to part ways. If they did, she would have felt that it would not be worthwhile.

She was worried at how prolonged their tussle had become.

“It’s nothing major, really. It’s like he is watching me all day as though I’m some criminal. Mo Jue, save his looks, has nothing else. He is crude, boring, out of step with time, vicious, and moody all day round. I must have been crazy to take a liking to him.”

As Ye Wei listed Mo Jue’s flaws, Eleven broke into laughter. She had also listed Mo Ye’s flaws, and there was just that one Mo Ye in the world.

“Change yourself. That’s your strength.” Eleven laughed and suggested to her.

Ye Wei had a crying look on her face. “I feel like he has imprisoned me spiritually or physically, and I’m extremely uncomfortable with this feeling. Was I like this before?”

“Wei Wei, when did you start believing us?”

Ye Wei was taken aback and shook her head. “I do not know.”

She had actually been like that, so when did she start believing? While she could not say the same for others, she would definitely believe what Eleven told her as Eleven was the only familiar person she knew and had telepathy with.

She trusted her own feelings.

“Eleven, did I used to like Mo Jue this much?” Ye Wei asked her with much uncertainty.

Did she have such bad taste?

Eleven looked at her, vexed, and wanted to tell her that she did not like him. She, however, would not say such a thing. “Uh, you used to really like him.”

“I must have been young and reckless!” Ye Wei frowned in vexation. Whether she liked him before did not matter. What mattered was that she really liked him. What could she do about it?

Eleven broke into laughter and lied down lazily. She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the sea breeze. When she closed her eyes, Mo Ye’s gaze as he fell appeared in her mind, and her heart ached. Why wouldn’t he wake up?

That bullet did not nail him in a vital position, and the anesthetic ought to have numbed the feeling. That said, he should have awoken after these many days.

“Hey, you should just go see him if you’re that worried. You’re already in Italy.”