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On the way back to Hillside Mansion, Mo Ming and Murong Lian did not exchange a single word, as neither knew how to start a conversation, so they chose to remain silent.
"Should we play some music?"
After a long silence, Mo Ming could no longer tolerate the atmosphere and smiled slightly at Murong Lian, seeking her opinion.
Murong Lian withdrew her gaze from the window and nodded lightly, saying, "Sure, it's quite dull right now; listening to music would be nice."
"I think so too."
Mo Ming casually opened the media player, and the melody of "Glorious Years" immediately filled the air. The passionate tune resonated strongly within them; it was an immortal song.
"This is one of my favorite songs. Once upon a time, I also had my own Glorious Years, but gradually, those people have left."
A bittersweet smile lingered on Mo Ming's face, tinged with a hint of sadness and nostalgia.
Those lives that had passed would never return. Remembering their last gathering at Wolf Wind Cliff, everyone sang together against the howling wind, each taking turns with the lyrics of "Glorious Years."
The memory was beautiful; recalling that night brought a sweet feeling to Mo Ming's heart.
Little did he know that would be their best moment together. It felt like just yesterday; the more he thought about it, the harder it became to find peace in his heart. It wasn't until the song gradually faded that Mo Ming finally emerged from his memories.
In that instant, he heard Murong Lian's startled exclamation, followed by a flash of light before his eyes.
"Ah... Mo Ming, quickly move aside!"
A car was approaching rapidly from behind; even if it braked now, it would likely crash into them. Mo Ming reacted swiftly and executed a drift just in time to avoid a tragic accident.
Murong Lian let out a light sigh, her tense heart relaxing. She playfully slapped Mo Ming on the shoulder and said angrily, "What are you doing? You look like you're asleep! I've called you so many times, yet you didn't respond at all. You really scared me."
Mo Ming's smile carried a hint of bitterness as he replied, "I'm sorry, I was lost in thought, recalling some past events."
From Mo Ming's expression earlier, Murong Lian could sense a trace of sadness. It was the first time she had seen the usually cheerful Mo Ming show such a vulnerable side.
"Forget it, nothing happened anyway, so there's no need to bring it up," Murong Lian shook her head and said. "It seemed like you were a bit dazed when you heard that song. Does it remind you of something from your past?"
"Yes, in my heart, that song is my best memory, but it's also the most bitter memory," Mo Ming said with a bitter smile. "In fact, the happiest memories from the past are now the most painful recollections. The contrast is always so strong."
"You’re right. Because there was happiness before, losing it now brings sadness. That kind of pain is about shedding tears while smiling," Murong Lian nodded and asked, "Can you tell me what you used to do?"
"I was a soldier."
There was no need to hide anything from Murong Lian. Since she asked, Mo Ming told her the truth.
"Oh." Murong Lian seemed to have guessed it and wasn't too surprised. After a pause, she added, "You must have been an exceptional soldier."
"An exceptional soldier? Ha..." Mo Ming laughed self-deprecatingly. "If I were an exceptional soldier, I wouldn't have been unable to protect my own teammates, watching them die one by one helplessly. A soldier like that doesn't deserve the title."
One by one, people died tragically before Mo Ming's eyes, slaughtered by the enemy like lambs. Mo Ming felt hatred but had to endure because everyone kept repeating the same words to him.
"Shura, no matter what happens, even if we all perish, you must survive and return to regroup and take revenge for us!"
Even his beloved woman's last words were those. This had almost become Mo Ming's nightmare; despite his efforts to escape it, he often found himself remembering it.
Murong Lian could sense the anger and sorrow within Mo Ming, as his expression had turned terrifying, his face contorted, and his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, with prominent veins bulging on his arms.
"Mo Ming, can you relax a bit? You’re becoming quite frightening," Murong Lian felt that Mo Ming had transformed into someone else, and she was somewhat afraid.
"I'm sorry, I lost my composure."
Upon hearing Murong Lian's words, Mo Ming took a deep breath, trying to calm the anger within him. He forced himself not to think about the past; just a slight trigger would bring forth the most painful memories.
Murong Lian shook her head and said, "The one who should apologize is me. If I hadn't been curious and asked too many questions, you wouldn't have recalled those painful memories."
A moment of silence followed.
"Mo Ming, I don't know what happened to you in the past. Regardless of whether you were the best soldier or not, you are the best bodyguard." Murong Lian smiled at Mo Ming. "Moreover, I genuinely believe that you are still the best comrade and the best soldier."
Another silence ensued.
"I don't know how your teammates met their tragic ends, but I know you are not heartless and indifferent to death. You struggle and suffer inside, yet you cannot save them because you have other things to accomplish."
Murong Lian firmly believed that Mo Ming was that kind of person. Recent events had shown that beneath his seemingly cynical exterior lay a rare goodness.
"Heh, thank you for your trust."
Mo Ming smiled, though it still carried a hint of bitterness.
He never expected that someone he had known for only a few months, like Murong Lian, could trust him so deeply despite their limited interactions. Meanwhile, those who once regarded him as exceptional had deemed him a traitor after that mission.
The stark contrast left Mo Ming feeling bitter inside.
At that moment, Mo Ming instinctively reached into his pocket and realized his cigarettes were already finished. Spotting a small convenience store ahead, he immediately pulled over.
"Wait for me in the car; I'm going to buy a pack of cigarettes."
Murong Lian nodded and said, "Okay, go ahead."
After getting out of the car, Mo Ming jogged over. However, upon checking, he found that the convenience store did not have the brand of cigarettes he usually smoked, so he decided not to buy anything and turned back.
Just as he turned around, Mo Ming sensed a killing intent approaching him. With a strong sense of danger, he reacted instantly upon feeling the threat.
He quickly stepped back a few paces and saw a masked figure wearing a blood-red tracksuit. The hood of the tracksuit was pulled over their head, and they wore matching sweatpants. In their hand was a glinting dagger.
This dagger was not the typical kind found in stores; its blade had serrated edges like a saw, capable of slicing off chunks of flesh with a single strike.
At that moment, Murong Lian noticed what was happening and immediately opened the car door, exclaiming, "Mo Ming, watch out!"
There was no time for Mo Ming to think further. As the assailant swung the dagger at him, he swiftly dodged to the side and extended his hand like an arrow released from a bow.
"Stay in the car and don't come out!"
The masked man reacted with remarkable agility. Just as Mo Ming evaded his attack and prepared to counterattack, the assailant quickly retreated with impressive speed. This person was undoubtedly skilled at killing.
If it weren't for Mo Ming's quick reflexes, he might have already become a cold corpse from that earlier strike.
"Who sent you here?"
Mo Ming's eyes sparkled with a cold light as he stared at the assassin in front of him. His voice was deep, like a sound drifting down from the heavens, carrying an air of death.
"Heh, no one sent me; I came on my own. You are Mo Ming, right?"
"So what if I am!" Mo Ming sneered. "You come but dare not show your face. Are you afraid that if you fail, I will recognize you?"
"Haha... I am indeed a bit worried about failing," the Masked Man chuckled lightly. No one could see his expression, but his tone carried a hint of self-mockery as he said, "It seems my previous concerns were not unfounded; you really are strong."
A smirk appeared at the corner of Mo Ming's mouth. "Have you thought about the consequences of what you're doing?"
"I have," the Masked Man replied straightforwardly. "If I fail, I might die!"
"No, you guessed part of it. It's not that you might die; it's that you must die..."
Before his words fell, Mo Ming's figure shot out like an arrow. His speed was astonishing; he crossed the two-meter distance in the blink of an eye, leaving a trace of surprise in the Masked Man's uncovered eyes.
The Masked Man had seen similar scenes many times before; he was merely slightly surprised by Mo Ming's skills and did not hesitate. He immediately swung his dagger to meet him.
The sharp dagger glinted coldly as it swiftly stabbed toward Mo Ming. Just as it was about to pierce his shoulder, Mo Ming unexpectedly knelt on one knee, lowering the shoulder that was targeted just enough for the dagger to barely miss him without causing any harm.
"What!"
Just as the Masked Man felt astonished, Mo Ming still wore a smirk at the corner of his mouth. Without any hesitation after dodging the dagger, he reached out and grabbed the Masked Man's hand.
With a forceful twist, a crisp "crack" echoed as the Masked Man endured the pain without a shout, merely letting out a faint grunt. Ignoring the pain radiating from his arm, he swung his dagger towards Mo Ming's neck.
Mo Ming ducked his head, quickening his pace and charging forward, knocking the Masked Man to the ground.
"Tell me, who sent you here?"
As Mo Ming approached step by step, the Masked Man remained remarkably calm, showing no signs of panic. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he thrust the dagger like a shooting star through the air towards Mo Ming.
Mo Ming tilted his head slightly to evade it, but at that moment, the Masked Man took off running. Mo Ming was confident he could catch up quickly.
However, fearing it might be a ploy to lure him away, he refrained from pursuing. Watching the figure retreat, his gaze sharpened like a blade as he coldly warned, "No matter who you are, you'd better not harm anyone around me. Next time, you will truly die."
Seeing the Masked Man escape, Murong Lian rushed over to Mo Ming, examining him closely and finding no wounds. Only then did she feel relieved, her heart still racing as she said, "You scared me to death just now! At such close range, I thought you were done for."
"Heh, why worry? Even if I wanted to die, it would have to be with Yama's permission," Mo Ming boasted without modesty before smiling and adding, "Alright, let's hurry back. Your dad flew back just to see you when he heard you were home."
"Okay," Murong Lian nodded.
The two got into the car and drove back to Hillside Mansion.
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