Ming Zheng: "...No need."
He was merely a troublemaker she had picked up on a whim, blinded by his looks.
She didn't need "trouble" to repay her.
Allowing "trouble" to repay her would only bring her more trouble.
Chi Xian gripped his cuff in his palm and glanced at his wristwatch.
Immediately, he curved his thin, crimson lips, the arc at the corner of his eyes becoming even more captivating, as if adding a touch of deep affection and lingering sentiment.
He leaned in slightly, taking a step closer to Ming Zheng.
The man's unique scent, like cool, smoky pine, enveloped her like an enchantment.
His hand then slipped the cufflink into hers.
"My savior, we will meet again."
The voice, close to her ear, was faintly distant and cold, yet remarkably deep and magnetic.
Ming Zheng: "..."
Her expression blank, she grabbed the man's collar and pushed him away from her ear.
Even if he was good-looking, he couldn't talk so close to her ear!
Were they that familiar?
Ming Zheng dragged him out of the bedroom, out of the living room.
She opened the door and tossed him out.
With a "bang," she slammed the door shut.
All in one smooth motion.
The world finally fell silent.
Ming Zheng threw herself onto the sofa, pulled a cushion into her arms, and lay lazily on the couch.
Above her, a dazzling crystal chandelier hung.
The surrounding decorations were all smooth, full pearls.
Exuding pure luxury.
This small European-style apartment had been forcefully given to her by her senior brothers from Mo Men.
Back then, upon hearing the news that Ming Fu and Ming Mu were her biological parents and were coming to pick her up, she had resolutely abandoned Mo Men and her brothers from Mo Men, choosing the Ming family instead.
When her senior brothers learned of her choice.
Despite each of them being reluctant to part with her.
They had chosen to let go for her happiness, forgiving her capriciousness and allowing her to return to a peaceful life as an ordinary person.
However, they were also worried that she might be wronged after returning and have nowhere to stay.
They had specifically bought this small apartment in a prime location in the wealthy district of Xia Du, not far from the Ming family residence, as a contingency.
At first, Ming Zheng believed that upon returning to her own family, she would never need this so-called "fallback."
She hadn't expected... that in this life, she would actually need it.
Thinking of her seven senior brothers who cherished and doted on her as if she were their own life, a wave of guilt surged in Ming Zheng's heart.
For the sake of so-called "blood relatives," she had abandoned those who truly cared about her.
She was truly laughable.
Ming Zheng raised her hands, holding the cushion level with herself.
Beneath the bright crystal light.
The group photo printed on the cushion was clearly reflected in Ming Zheng's eyes.
It was...
A group photo of her and her senior brothers.
She stood in the center, looking at the camera, her smile blossoming.
And wherever her senior brothers' gazes fell...
It was all her.
If there was anyone in this world that Ming Zheng felt most indebted to.
Then it must be the people of Mo Men, her seven senior brothers.
Ming Zheng's slender, white fingers tapped on the cushion.
As she tapped... her fingers slightly curled, her fingertips tracing the faces of her senior brothers one by one.
She really missed them.
But... she had abandoned them once, did she still have the right to go back and see them?
Ming Zheng slowly closed her eyes, concealing the complexity in their depths.
After a long while.
She suddenly sat upright on the sofa.
Her dark, placid beautiful eyes fixed on the group photo on the cushion.
The light in her eyes gradually turned resolute.
She stood up and walked to the computer room.
In the vast room, the facilities were complete, and all were top-of-the-line.
Everything here was meticulously sourced by her senior brothers from all corners of the world to help her.
Whether it was the interior design style, the color scheme, or the furnishings.
Everything was designed according to her preferred style.
This was Ming Zheng's first time in this apartment.
It was also her first time stepping into this computer room.
Her eyes felt a slight warmth.
The thought in her heart grew even more firm.
She turned on the computer, her slender, fair fingers landing on the keyboard, skillfully typing a string of... a URL that she hadn't logged into for a very, very long time.
As she pressed the confirm button to enter.
Ming Zheng's long-dormant heart finally felt a sense of beating.
"Thump..."
"Thump..."
Her heartbeat coincided with the sound of a dark door slowly opening on the computer screen.
A white light gradually enveloped her.
If someone were to appear in the computer room at this moment, they would see...
After the white light dissipated.
The girl with dark hair and red lips, who had been sitting in the gaming chair, had vanished.
On the screen, two characters appeared, slowly fading into the darkness—
Mo Men
This was their space, belonging to Mo Men.
On this Blue Star, where spiritual energy was scarce.
There were still those extraordinary individuals.
Or ancient martial arts practitioners who possessed the ability to absorb spiritual energy from heaven and earth, refine the impure spiritual energy, and use it for their own purposes.
Especially in the hidden dragon, crouching tiger nation of Xia.
Mo Men was a place that accommodated extraordinary individuals and cultivators.
And this website.
Was an achievement Ming Zheng had researched and played with back then, purely to satisfy her seven senior brothers, allowing them to meet her anytime, anywhere when they were out on missions.
She had combined spiritual power cultivation with technology to create a parallel space.
As long as anyone from Mo Men logged into the website and passed verification, they could enter this space.
Ming Zheng remembered that when she was still in Mo Men, every time she entered "Mo Space," the interior was always filled with blooming flowers and vibrant colors.
But this time...
Around her, there was only endless darkness.
As if shrouded by gloom.
The flowing air exuded a sense of oppression.
It was as if...
This space had not been logged into by anyone for a very, very long time.
Her heart felt as if it were being tightly grasped by an ice-cold hand, causing her a suffocating pain.
Because of her willfulness, her abandonment.
Now, had she... and "Mo Space" been abandoned by Mo Men as well?
This was the result of her choice.
This was what she deserved.
In her previous life, when she was emotionally exhausted by the Ming family, she hadn't not considered leaning on her senior brothers' shoulders.
But deep down, she still held a sliver of hope for the Ming family.
She dared not let her senior brothers know her grievances within the Ming family, fearing they would act against the Ming family in anger.
Nor did she want her senior brothers to bear the consequences she had chosen for herself.
It was precisely because of those worries and fears in her past life.
She had never seen her senior brothers again until her death.
Finally having a second chance at life.
She did not want to repeat the regrets of her past life...
Therefore, she mustered her courage and logged into "Mo Space."
But...
No one will always wait for you in the same place.
Just because you turn back.
Doesn't mean they will definitely be there.
Ming Zheng slumped in the dark space, tilting her head slightly, allowing herself to be swallowed by the darkness... swallowed...
"Is it... Ah Zheng?"
Just as the darkness completely engulfed Ming Zheng.
A voice, slightly hoarse but suppressing surging emotions, reached Ming Zheng's ears across the darkness.
Ming Zheng's long, curled eyelashes, like crow feathers, trembled slightly.
Her body stiffened slightly.
She slowly raised her eyes.
In the darkness, a tall, slender figure was indistinct.
Yet, it walked towards her with extraordinary firmness—