Mo Yehan tightened his grip on her calf, causing Tian Xi pain, but she endured it, stubbornly gazing at him while waiting for him to speak.
“My demand is that you’re not allowed to mention breaking up. If you dare leave me…” His voice choked up as he spoke these words, nearly too overwhelmed to continue.
Tian Xi’s heart ached fiercely. She reached out and stroked his handsome face, now streaked with tears: “I will never leave you. Please don’t cry.”
Mo Yehan, who was always so strong and aloof, was actually crying. Like a little child, adorable and pitiable.
Upon arriving at the hospital, the doctor saw the tall, handsome boy crying intensely and assumed the girl on his back had suffered some major harm, quickly asking: “What happened?”
The boy replied coldly with a choked voice: “Her leg is injured,” pointing it out to the doctor.
The doctor took a look and thought, wow, if they had arrived any later, the scraped skin on her leg would have healed on its own. Was the boy crying over this? Such a spirited and handsome young man—could there be something wrong with him?
In contrast, the girl was smiling adorably and even comforted: “Doctor, just prescribe me any simple medicine.”
The boy anxiously interjected: “How can we just use any medicine? You must conduct a thorough examination. If bacteria get in, it would be troublesome.”
The doctor: “!!! Should we examine it under a microscope too?”
Mo Yehan: “Yes, that would be fine.”
Tian Xi tugged at Mo Yehan’s hand: “Stop it, you’ll scare the doctor. He might think we’re here to cause trouble.”
The doctor: “…” Aren’t you?
In the end, the doctor went through the motions of examining Tian Xi and prescribed a bottle of topical liquid medicine. Originally, the doctor intended to apply the medicine himself, but sensing the boy’s tall and icy aura, he simply said: “Take the medicine and handle it yourselves outside.”
Mo Yehan grunted in acknowledgment, picked up Tian Xi, and walked out of the emergency room.
The hospital corridor was nearly empty late at night. There, a tall boy could be seen kneeling on the floor, holding a cotton swab, and saying softly: “Disinfecting will hurt. Bear with it a little.”
Tian Xi nodded.
But the moment the cotton swab touched her wound, it really was too painful. She couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. The boy stopped applying the medicine, looked up at her with heartache, and asked: “Little Princess, does it hurt?”
“Little Princess?” Tian Xi repeated the term.
Mo Yehan immediately pressed his lips together and quickly apologized: “Sorry, I overstepped.” She was a lofty princess, while he was as lowly as dust—he shouldn’t address her so casually.
“Why are you apologizing? I really like it when you call me Little Princess,” Tian Xi said gently. “Actually, you can also call me Xiao Bao, little treasure, little fairy, little darling. No matter how you address me, I’ll love it.”
In her past life, after she died, Mo Yehan would hold her all day, calling her by these various endearments.
“Can I really?” Mo Yehan’s voice trembled, unable to believe it. These were names he had only used privately at home while talking to her WeChat. He never imagined he could call her that in person so soon.
“Hanhan is so cute,” Tian Xi said with a smile.
Mo Yehan’s expression shifted slightly, as if he didn’t like the name Hanhan.
“What’s wrong?”
“It sounds like an elder addressing a junior. Is Xiao Bao trying to take advantage of me?” Mo Yehan’s brows relaxed as he asked with a smile.
That smile stunned Tian Xi.
He rarely smiled.
In her past life, she had almost never seen him smile. So this was how he looked when he smiled—he really should smile more often, enough to melt even ice and snow.
“Then how about I call you Xiao Yehan?”Mo Yehan remained silent as he continued applying the medicine for her.
“Then can I call you Brother Yehan?”
Mo Yehan still didn’t respond, but his movements became even gentler as he applied the ointment, occasionally lowering his head to blow softly on her skin—so tender it was heartbreaking.
A long silence lingered between them.
Tian Xi whispered softly, “Actually, you’re my treasure. I’ll just call you ‘my treasure’.”
Mo Yehan abruptly looked up, the corners of his eyes startlingly red. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse and distant: “Am I really your treasure?”
Even if she was deceiving him.
Even if it was just for this one night, he would accept it.
Tian Xi was stunned. Just a simple term of endearment was enough to make him cry—how deeply must he love her? This love made her feel incredibly blessed.
In her previous life, she had only admired Mo Yehan. He was handsome, ranked first in academics, won every competition—absolutely Tsinghua material. But his background was poor. Rumor had it his mother had mental illness, his father was unknown, and some jealous boys would mock him behind his back as a bastard. Yet he remained popular among the girls. If not for Mo Qing’s intimidating presence, Mo Yehan would have been the school heartthrob.
Such an exceptional boy had actually committed suicide for her in her previous life.
Tian Xi’s tears began to fall uncontrollably: “You really are my treasure.” A treasure lost and regained, one she would cherish forever.
Mo Yehan gazed at her, his eyes burning and moving. He wanted to kiss the little fairy before him, but he didn’t dare.
He feared tainting her—she was so sacred. How he wished her little sun would scorch him; he was willing to die under her radiance.
Averting his eyes, he stood up: “Let me carry you on my back.”
Tian Xi climbed onto his back once more.
His burning, trembling back radiated nothing but love.
She asked softly, “Were you thinking of kissing me just now?”
The young man’s steps faltered, and he murmured: “I, I was just…”
“Mo Yehan, my first kiss is still here. Are you happy?” she whispered: “I’ve been very good, just as you’d hope.”
“Actually, it’s okay if you weren’t good. It’s okay even if your first kiss is gone. I don’t care about the past—I only want your present and future,” the young man declared boldly, a smile touching his lips.
Tian Xi tightened her arms around his neck, feeling the movement of his Adam’s apple against her skin: “Mo Yehan, I think I really love you, more than you can imagine.”
Tears fell from Mo Yehan’s eyes, and after a long moment, he uttered: “Me too.”
“I know,” Tian Xi replied, her voice also choked with emotion. It was a pity she had realized this too late in her previous life.
Starlight sprinkled around them.
Moonlight draped over their figures.
Mo Yehan brought Tian Xi to the gate of a villa. Though he kept his gaze straight ahead, his proud heart had already suffered a blow—this was a place he could never reach, while his Little Princess had grown up here.
What could he possibly offer her?
Seeing the hesitation in his eyes, Tian Xi took his hand: “Mo Yehan, don’t even think about letting me go. I’m sticking with you for good.”
Mo Yehan smiled faintly: “Go inside. I’ll watch you enter.”
“My room is on the second floor. I’ll open the window to say goodbye to you.”
“Okay.”
Mo Yehan stood before the villa, watching as she unlocked the door with her fingerprint and entered. The interior was brightly lit, with all her family members waiting for her. After greeting them sweetly, she hurried upstairs.
Entering her bedroom, she opened the window, wanting to bid Mo Yehan farewell.
But he was already gone.
Standing by the window, feeling deeply saddened, she took out her phone and dialed his WeChat video.The sound of ding-ding-ding echoed from downstairs. When she looked again, the young man stood beneath the tree, hidden in the darkness—tall and somber. He hadn’t left; he had been there all along.
He answered the video call: “Little Princess, did you miss me?”
“Mm.” Tian Xi couldn’t help but blush, thinking of kissing him, holding him close…