Heart Set on Someone

Early the next morning, Shen Mo was once again dragged out of bed by his sister.

He rubbed his eyes groggily and regretted his decision all over again.

"Sis, can I skip today? I'm so sleepy. I want to sleep." Shen Mo tugged at Shen Yue's hem, growing increasingly skilled at acting cute.

Shen Yue amusedly pinched his cheek, but ruthlessly rejected his request. "No. Mo Mo was the one who suggested this in the first place. You have to see things through."

"And today might be our last day gathering supplies here. Tomorrow, we'll be preparing to leave for the base. The conditions there will be even harsher than here—how are you going to adapt?"

Shen Mo rubbed his cheek. His sister was an enhancer, and her grip was no joke.

Hearing what Shen Yue had said, Shen Mo complained with a straight face, "You guys are awful, always making plans behind my back. Fine, fine, I get it. I'll get ready and come down right away."

Only then did Shen Yue head downstairs in relief. Before leaving, she did not forget to turn back and remind him, "Make sure you hurry up. Everyone will be here soon."

"Got it, got it!" Shen Mo yawned as he leisurely headed toward the bathroom to wash up.

After washing up, Shen Mo carefully examined the somewhat youthful face in the mirror. His bangs were wet, droplets of water continuously dripping down from them.

A droplet slid from the red mole on his neck, over his collarbone, and disappeared beneath his collar.

His just-awakened gaze was slightly unfocused, while an inconspicuous flash of crimson passed through his lowered eyes, adding a touch of allure to his originally exquisite, almost demonic features.

"Tsk..." Shen Mo frowned slightly and instantly became much more alert, an inexplicable irritation rising within him.

To be honest, he was not very satisfied with his outstanding looks. He could even say that he somewhat hated them.

After all, he had suffered immensely because of this face in the past.

If A-Xue had not hidden his appearance, whether he could have even grown up safely would have been uncertain.

He still wanted to hide behind the main cast and coast through life. Naturally, he had to conceal every eye-catching trait in the apocalypse, including his face.

He was truly very experienced at this sort of thing.

Shen Mo moved his fingertips, and white mist enveloped his face, muting that striking beauty. Like a pearl covered in dust, he was still good-looking, but he would not stand out in a crowd.

He nodded in satisfaction, then turned toward the ill-fitting clothes in the wardrobe and could not help frowning again.

He was smaller than the male leads, so their clothes did not fit him very well, just like the outfit from yesterday.

With the weather so hot outside, he did not want to wear anything uncomfortable.

After thinking for a moment, he selected a white shirt from his space.

The shirt was made of soft, smooth material, with exquisite tailoring and clean, flowing lines that fit his body perfectly. Its collar had a simple, elegant design, while the buttons gleamed faintly with silver light, adding a touch of refinement to the whole piece.

It was both comfortable and beautiful to wear.

Shen Mo lowered his lashes, and another figure in white involuntarily flashed through his mind.

White robes, cold and distant; red robes, dazzlingly beautiful.

Yet that person's gaze upon him had been cold as well.

Shen Mo's heart stung. It seemed that even now... he still did not really like white.

When he recalled the first time his closest friend had appeared before him, they had also worn flowing white robes and looked utterly graceful. But after hearing Shen Mo say he did not like white, he had never seen his friend wear it again.

He had felt sorry about it afterward, but he still... could not overcome it.

Shen Mo shook his head, throwing those thoughts aside.

After some consideration, he still did not change out of the shirt.

It was time for him to move on and forget the person who had made him sad.

In this world, he was loved. So he no longer cared for things he was destined never to have.

Shen Mo searched through his space again and found a pair of loose blue casual pants made from light fabric. They paired perfectly with the shirt.

They fluttered in the breeze, giving off a carefree feeling.

The purity and freshness of the white shirt, coupled with the steadiness and tranquility of the blue casual pants, made him look like a vibrant high school student.

Shen Mo smoothed his hair back, revealing his clear eyes. Light streamed in through the window, and the person in the mirror seemed to be glowing, entirely rid of the original owner's gloomy aura.

"Ah, this feels much better!" Shen Mo looked at his reflection with satisfaction, feeling that his sister would definitely like him more this way.

After heading downstairs, just as he had expected, everyone's attention shifted to him.

"Mo Mo, where did you get these clothes? Why haven't I seen them before?" Shen Yue looked at her beautiful younger brother, a sense of indescribable satisfaction filling her heart.

Shen Mo's mouth twitched. The original owner's taste might have been seriously questionable. He wore gaudy outfits every day; if not for that face holding it all together, it would have been truly unbearable to look at.

These clothes could not possibly have belonged to the original owner, but he could say they did. "I bought them before and suddenly found them again. Isn't it hot now? This is more breathable."

Hearing that, Yang Xuan mercilessly exposed his excuse. "Not bad. Your eyes finally got cured. You have no idea how painful you used to be to look at. Looking like that, you still wanted to chase my cousin? You must be dreaming."

"Yang Xuan, shut up!" Leng Shiyi cut him off.

Shen Mo could not help gritting his teeth and complaining inwardly.

[Did this brat eat shit for breakfast? Why does his mouth stink so badly? I said I wanted to sew it shut last time. Next time, I definitely will!]

[And damn it, your uncle here doesn't like men, doesn't like men, doesn't like men!]

[Important things should be said three times.]

[I've had someone I liked for a long time. They're just not here. Otherwise, if I brought them here, they'd blind your dog eyes.]

[It's just a pity that they...] did not like him.

Thinking of that, Shen Mo felt his eyes grow a little damp. He blinked instinctively, and his thoughts drifted away with it.

The person he loved was the finest of the Nine-Tailed Clan, and even more beautiful than he was. The first time he saw those icy violet eyes, he had been captivated. After that, his heart had only fallen deeper; it had truly been love at first sight.

But while he had feelings, the other person had none. In the end, they vanished without a trace without even saying goodbye.

Feeling the sorrow welling up in his heart, Shen Mo immediately spat several times. "Pah, pah, pah."

He had just decided to forget that person, so why had he started thinking about them again the moment he let his guard down?