Chapter 144

Chapter 144: Mistakenly Obtaining Your Desire (Part 2)

Footsteps drew closer, and then he heard the door behind him open. Si Cang Qing remained motionless, silently 

gazing at the bamboo grove, his thoughts racing, trying to piece together his jumbled memories.

“Why are you up?” Mo Qingjue asked, slightly surprised, then walked over and stopped a few feet away from 

Si Cang Qing, his voice filled with concern. “You’ve only just recovered from your illness; you should avoid 

the wind.”

His only reply was the other’s cold back.

Mo Qingjue didn’t seem to care. He placed the dishes on the table one by one, arranging them neatly. He murmured

with concern, “Ah Qing, you haven’t eaten for days; you should eat something.” He chuckled to himself, “We used

to have servants at home, but now it’s just the two of us. I’ve had to learn to cook from the neighbors these past 

few days. Would you like to try my cooking?”

These words caught Si Cang Qing’s attention. He was indeed feeling a bit hungry, so he turned and glanced at 

the smiling man, then walked to the table and sat down. Looking at the bowl of porridge in front of him, he picked 

up his chopsticks, paused for a moment, then began to eat without hesitation.

Mo Qingjue sat opposite him, her face expectant. Seeing the other man take a sip of porridge, she eagerly asked, 

"How is it?"

Si Cang Qing paused, pursed his lips, but didn't speak, simply burying his head in his food again.

A flicker of disappointment crossed his eyes, but seeing how carefully the other man ate, Mo Qingjue's face

immediately lit up. Judging from Si Cang Qing's expression, at least his cooking was edible, right?

A slight annoyance crossed her mind. It wasn't until last night, when preparing the meal, that he remembered he 

needed to learn to cook. He always had shadow guards with him, so he never had to do anything herself. But 

Si Cang Qing was so perceptive; Mo Qingjue had no choice but to dismiss the shadow guards before the other 

man woke up.

So, he was stumped. He spent the entire night, almost burning the kitchen down, before he could barely manage 

to prepare this table of decent-looking dishes.

Judging from Si Cang Qing's expression now, the result was pretty good! Mo Qingjue thought this, and eagerly 

began to eat—he wanted that person to be the first to try his cooking, which was why even he hadn't tasted a meal 

he'd made himself.

Mo Qingjue's face immediately darkened. He couldn't swallow or spit out the food in his mouth, awkwardly 

staring at the person who was leisurely eating. After a moment's hesitation, he finally spat it out, wiped his mouth 

with a handkerchief, and reached out to stop the other person from picking up more food, saying awkwardly, 

"Don't eat!"

The taste was truly disgusting.

Si Cang Qing looked indifferently at the other person's embarrassed face. A faint blush made his previously pale 

complexion look much more pleasing to the eye. Ignoring Mo Qingjue, he picked up another piece of cabbage 

with his chopsticks.

Chewing on the cabbage roots, a muddy taste lingered in his mouth, and Si Cang Qing frowned, even wondering 

if the man hadn't washed the vegetables. But… seeing the man's frustrated expression out of the corner of his eye, 

a strange emotion stirred within him.

Lowering his gaze slightly, Si Cang Qing drank another bowl of porridge before finally filling his stomach. This 

meal was the most difficult he had ever eaten in his life…

Slightly dazed, a blurry image surfaced in his mind: a gentle man sat beside him, carefully removing fish bones 

from his bowl, then shyly placing the fish bones into it.

"Ah Qing? Ah Qing!"

The scene flashed by. Si Cang Qing looked back at the other person, only to see Mo Qingjue smiling sheepishly, 

saying something apologetic. Si Cang Qing merely frowned, staring at the lines on the table, a question lingering 

in his mind. Had he just remembered something? He felt as if he had forgotten something very important.

A sorrowful sigh reached his ears. He heard Mo Qingjue say softly, "You... you've completely forgotten me..." 

Then, as if perking up, he added, "I... I'll go learn to cook from the neighbor! Today was truly awful."

Si Cang Qing silently watched as the other person cleared away the dishes, then walked out of the house listlessly.

Leaning back weakly in his chair, Si Cang Qing rubbed his temples. He clearly remembered some things, yet it 

seemed he had forgotten many others. Thinking of that person's dejected expression just now, even though he 

didn't feel much emotionally, yet...

In his mind, he loved Mo Qingjue deeply. He even clearly remembered Mo Qingjue's many habits, such as his 

love for playing the flute for him, and his afternoon naps in his arms…

Then… what exactly does love feel like? Why had he forgotten so completely, feeling nothing even when facing 

his lover?

The doubts grew ever larger.

Si Cang Qing's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, as if some suppressed memories were about to burst forth, yet 

he could never quite grasp that fleeting feeling.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his head, as if it were about to explode.

His body slid weakly down the chair, and Si Cang Qing finally fainted!

With a creak, the door was pushed open from the outside. Standing in the doorway, Mo Qingjue stared uncertainly 

at the unconscious Si Cang Qing, his face expressionless. After a long while, he slowly walked to the table, bent 

down, and picked up the unconscious man.

Carefully settling him onto the bed and tucking him in, Mo Qingjue sat blankly on the edge of the bed.

"Why do you insist on resisting?" Stroking Si Cang Qing's cold, handsome face, Mo Qingjue sighed softly. "It's 

only... three months."

Why, even with your memories erased, do you still cling to them? Why can't you accept your fate and spend these 

three months happily with us?

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The warm sun cast a gentle, pale golden light.

The snowflakes on the bamboo branches melted little by little. The pointed leaf tips, glistening with water droplets, 

reflected dazzling light; occasionally, a gentle breeze would cause them to fall hesitantly to the ground.

Si Cang Qing stood in the center of the bamboo grove, head tilted back, eyes slightly narrowed, gazing at the pale 

blue sky sparsely woven by the leaves.

After a long while, he withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes, and slowly circulated his internal energy. Since waking 

that day, he had forgotten many things. At first, he repeatedly tried to recall them, resulting in increasingly severe 

headaches. Later, Si Cang Qing simply gave up, calming the somewhat chaotic emotions in his heart.

Haste makes waste; he understood this. If it was truly a very important memory, he would slowly retrieve it. 

Thinking this, Si Cang Qing accepted the status quo.

The following days passed peacefully; he recuperated and practiced martial arts. It seemed that everything had 

returned to normal. The bamboo grove was filled with fresh, invigorating air. Since recovering his strength, 

Si Cang Qing had come here daily to practice martial arts. Mo Qingjue initially tried to stop him, but eventually 

gave in when he couldn't resist.

"Ah Qing, you're practicing again?"

The familiar voice sounded behind him these past few days. Si Cang Qing slowly gathered his breath, and when 

he opened his eyes again, the person was already standing in front of him.

Maintaining a three-foot distance, Mo Qingjue smiled happily, waving the roast chicken in his hand. "I went to 

the market this morning and bought a roast chicken, and some desserts you like."

Si Cang Qing simply nodded silently. This person knew his cooking skills weren't presentable, so he went to 

the market, several miles away, every day to buy fresh food. Upon returning, he would still diligently go into 

the kitchen to continue learning to cook. Once, thick smoke billowed from the kitchen, and he thought there was a 

fire. . Upon investigating, he found Mo Qingjue covered in soot and looking utterly disheveled “Shall we go have 

lunch?” Mo Qingjue suggested.

Si Cang Qing didn't respond and strode towards the bamboo house.

“Ah Qing,” Mo Qingjue hesitated, biting his chopsticks as he ate, then asked, “Aren’t you feeling a bit bored? Uh, 

when we first arrived, there were many villagers here…” He explained, “but they all moved away because of 

the plague, so…”

The nearest farmhouse was also just outside this bamboo grove.

Si Cang Qing glanced at him indifferently and shook his head slightly. He didn't like being disturbed anyway, and 

now that everyone was gone, it was peaceful, especially the quiet and comfortable bamboo grove; he loved 

the environment here.

Mo Qingjue smiled relaxedly, “Anyway, you love peace and quiet, and there are many books at home; you can 

read them when you have time. If you get bored one day, we can go to the market together.”

Although, he didn't want this person to go to crowded places. Qiu Ping Tian's spies, Feng Lan's shadow guards, 

and Cheng Tian Yang's men were all over the world. A slight misstep, and they might discover a clue.

Shaking his head again, Si Cang Qing put down his bowl, habitually picked up his teacup, and gently blew on it.

Completely relieved, Mo Qingjue said lightly, "I need to eat quickly, I'll go to the kitchen later." As soon as he 

spoke, he felt a fleeting glance from Si Cang Qing, and a pang of embarrassment rose in his heart. He guessed 

even the other thought he shouldn't be so fixated on his cooking skills…

However, deep in Mo Qingjue's memory, the warmest image was of his mother's back as she cooked, preparing 

soup for him, and then lovingly feeding him.

That warmth, he wanted to hold onto.

Staring blankly at the slightly cool food in his bowl, Mo Qingjue was momentarily lost in thought… To be precise, 

he was "Wen" (literary); Mo Qingjue's true soul was dormant, as were Qiang Qingmo and Ao. They hadn't 

appeared for a long time.

Was it because of the devastating battle with Qiang Qiuci that he had been so severely weakened? Unconsciously, 

he raised his hand to his cheek, his gaze lowered indifferently—if he could escape alive, how could the cunning 

Qiang Qiuci have died like this! Alas, he could not fulfill his vow.

He could naturally sense the lurking curse. But last time, he and they had almost exhausted all their spirits. 

This broken life probably wouldn't last more than a few days…

In the end, he acted like a coward, only wanting, at the end of his life, to possess a tenderness that wasn't his own.

Seeing that the person was different from usual, clearing the table after the meal, Si Cang Qing glanced at him 

and noticed that Mo Qingjue's expression was off, a faint sadness surrounding him…

His head started to ache again. Si Cang Qing looked away, rubbed his temples, and suddenly spoke, “Help me 

massage my temples…” Right? He vaguely remembered someone always relieving his stress when he was tired.

Mo Qingjue snapped out of his reverie, his face a mixture of surprise and delight. "Aqing, you've finally spoken!"

Since waking up, Si Cang Qing hadn't been as wary of him as before, but he hadn't uttered a word, his aloofness 

making people hesitant to approach.

Now, finally, there was progress!

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