Chapter 173: When is Mo Yan Xingchen (11)

"Daddy said that changing my life against the sky is harming others and myself after all, and I shouldn't change my life against the sky...... But if our existence is not for the sake of changing our lives, then why should we ...... What about giving us that ability?"

"You can see the destiny of heaven but you can't change it, and once you change it, you are doomed to tragedy...... What is the use of such an ability, it can only witness the tragedy happening...... Heaven is forcing me to obey my destiny...... Hahahaha~" Xingchen smiled and tears flowed out, and the tingling pain in his legs seemed to be no longer felt.

Mo Yan's hand gently caressed Xingchen's face: "Chen'er, don't you understand that you paid for Xinglong's life and your legs?

Mo Yan's words hit Xingchen's heart hard.

Oh, yes...... Even if you know that you can change, the result of the change is indeed punished by the Heavenly Dao.

"I hate this day, I hate this day for being so cruel!

"I hate numerology! I hate numerology and clearly tells me the result, but it doesn't let me change!"

"I hate the way of heaven! It gives me strength, but it only makes me a cold-blooded bystander!"

"I hate, I hate, ahh Tears poured out frantically again from the heart-rending shouts of the stars.

Mo Yan knew that he would never forget today, the stars at this moment, the stars at this moment were fragile, painful, and heartbreaking, and he could only forget that he could only watch him suffer at this time, watch him lean fragile into his arms, and watch him scream in pain.

If he could do it all over again, he would rather not be able to touch him than watch him collapse in his arms and struggle in despair, and what he could do-

"I ...... Yes."

I just know that.

Mo Yan knew, but he could only know, because he couldn't do anything for Xingchen, he couldn't save Xinglong and Wanrong, and he couldn't save Xingchen's legs.

I can only know......

From that day on, Xingchen who rolled on the ground and fought with himself, Xingchen who sulked with himself because he drew Wang Ba on his face because he played chess, Xingchen who called himself stupid when he was angry when he held his hand and was happy, Xingchen who was blindfolded by fog but did not shed tears when he was wronged, Xingchen who naively thought that astrological deduction was the star that solved a qiē problem...... Really never coming back, never coming back......

After that day, Mo Yan and Xingchen have walked a lot together.

But the stars are no longer the ones who always tell people numerology.

Even if he calculated a person's numerology, even if he knew that the next second would be the person's death, he would only turn around silently.

No more tears, no more heartache.

Until he met Long Zhixuan, until he met Su Muyu......

"I remember when I could just say 'I know.'" Mo Yan gently pulled Xingchen's long hair: "But I can only say 'I know' now, Chen'er......"

Xingchen looked at Mo Yan's gaze with such gentleness: "It seems that I haven't heard you call me like this for a long, long time."

"It's been as long as I've never seen your eyes foggy again." Mo Yan said slowly, "I miss you like that."

"Numerology that can't be changed, the past that can't be returned."

Mo Yan shook his head: "Don't think so much about it, we are not gods, even if we are gods, we can't change numerology."

Xingchen didn't respond to Mo Yan's words, but muttered to himself, "I suddenly miss Xinglong and Wanrong very much."

"Let's go back and see them." Mo Yan gently patted the fallen leaves that fell on the star's head, and said softly.

"Good ......"