To Love So Much, to Want to Keep It Forever

Su Ze raised a hand to hide his expression as his body slowly slid down the wall.

Right now, he hoped the person in that body was the original Mo Mo—and yet he also hoped it was not him.

Shen Mo, who was currently in the room being cared for by his sister, had no idea about Su Ze's painful inner struggle. He was happily sizing up this bargain-bin sister of his.

Shen Yue genuinely cared for Shen Mo from the bottom of her heart, and it warmed him, who had never experienced familial affection before.

The woman carefully examined his wounds, her every movement exceedingly gentle, afraid of hurting her younger brother.

Her tenderness was like a spring breeze brushing past.

Only after confirming that he was truly fine did Shen Yue finally let out a breath of relief.

It seemed the things her younger brother had said in his heart just now were true. Those severe injuries had really healed completely in such a short time.

She remembered her younger brother lying in a hospital bed a few days ago, pale-faced and barely breathing.

Although she knew that melodramatic troublemaker was not her brother, looking at that face, she simply could not bring herself to harm this body.

Now that those wounds had healed, she truly felt relieved. Her brother would not have to keep suffering.

What Shen Yue did not know was that Shen Mo had endured injuries a hundred times worse than these.

Back then, the Acacia Sect had been exterminated by the Devil Sect. Because of his special physique, after he was abducted to the Demon Race, that Demon Lord gave him the status of the Demon Race's young master.

How laughable. A decorative young master with no offensive power was naturally bullied, suppressed, and humiliated.

Until later, in a desperate, reckless manner, he gouged out the eyes of a Demon Race member who had been coveting him, cut off his head, and laughed freely amid a pool of blood.

At that time, the surrounding Demon Race members' gazes toward him held not only contempt, but also a trace of fear.

Later, he traveled and trained under the identity of the Demon Race's young master, just as several secret realms emerged throughout the Cultivation Realm.

His luck was fairly good, and he obtained quite a few valuable things, but that also led to people hunting him down.

There were those from the righteous path, as well as betrayals from the Demon Race.

Several times, his life had hung by a thread, yet there had not been a single confidant by his side. In the end, only time had allowed his wounds to heal on their own.

If not for the desire for revenge supporting him, he might have simply let himself die like that.

Still, given that Demon Lord's twisted sense of amusement, although he was a useless burden with little offensive power, the Demon Lord would not have easily allowed him to die for the sake of his own aims.

Even now, whenever he thought of that feeling of having no control over whether he lived or died, he felt uncomfortable.

Fortunately, he later secretly learned alchemy from an inheritance, and from then on, he no longer feared injury.

After all, there was no wound that a few pills could not heal. If there was, then he would just take a few more.

Before he had fully grown stronger, swallowing pills had been like eating candy beans. He had nearly eaten himself sick of them.

But after avenging himself, he happened to meet a close friend, and that situation improved greatly.

Because Shen Mo fought with a suicidal ferocity, he always ended up with some injuries. But that close friend's cultivation was about on par with Shen Mo's, and he would always beat those people until they fled in disarray, killing them cleanly and decisively.

His close friend seemed to have reminded Shen Mo that it was not that he could not defeat his opponents. It was more like there was something wrong with his mentality.

To put it more precisely, he was seeking death!

Shen Mo felt that he was exaggerating. Even if Shen Mo had noticed it himself, he did not care. Though he was not afraid of death, he truly had nothing worth clinging to in that world. That feeling reached its peak after his enemies died.

Back then, if he had truly died in some accident, would that not have been a kind of release?

Although he had not answered his friend's question at the time, under his close friend's constant advice, he did rein himself in somewhat.

There was no helping it. If he did not listen, his friend would nag him all day. It was unbearably irritating.

Over time, he got used to it.

The matter of the Heavenly Tribulation could not be blamed on him. After all, it was not something he could decide. He only wondered how his friend was doing now—whether he could scrape up some ashes from the place where Shen Mo underwent Tribulation Crossing and consider it collecting his body.

A light touch on his head pulled him back from his thoughts, and Shen Mo rubbed against it with a hint of attachment.

I never thought that, in my lifetime, I would be able to experience this kind of care again. My heart feels so warm. It feels like it does not hurt at all anymore.

Although those injuries had long since stopped hurting, Shen Mo's most serious injuries were not on his body, but in his soul.

His Divine Soul had practically been struck into a twisted mess, broken into pieces so badly that it was heartbreaking just to look at.

Hearing those thoughts, Shen Yue's hand paused abruptly as she tended to his wound. Before she could feel distressed, she heard him again.

Such a wonderful sister should not be handed over to those rotten male leads just yet. She should keep me company a little longer first. Since Sister dotes on me so much, she probably will not mind, right?

At worst, I'll find some more men for Sister later as compensation.

Ever since Sister A-Xue had died, he had rarely felt this kind of warmth again.

He loved it so much. He wanted to have it forever.

The moment Shen Yue heard those familiar words, her head began to ache.

She truly did not understand why her younger brother was so enthusiastic about finding men for her. She had no intention of dating right now!

Yes, when she had looked into her younger brother's eyes upon returning to the villa, Shen Yue had instantly sensed something.

Her heart had started beating a little faster. Although she had not figured out what exactly was going on, she could not suppress that premonition in her heart.

But sensing something was one thing; she did not know how to verify it.

Looking at her younger brother's clear blue eyes, Shen Yue pursed her lips and cautiously asked, "A-Mo, have you been doing well these past few years? Why..." can I hear your thoughts? Is that your ability?

Shen Mo was somewhat puzzled as to why Shen Yue would ask whether the original owner had been doing well. Had the original owner not been by her side all these years? It made him think she was asking him.

But the moment he heard the words "why," a dull pain suddenly struck his head, and his ears began ringing as his hearing faded.

His throat tickled, and a mouthful of blood surged up from his heart meridian.

Shen Mo shoved away Shen Yue, who was still saying something he could no longer make out, bent over, and painfully coughed up a large mouthful of blood.

His sudden state terrified Shen Yue beside him.

Shen Yue hurriedly stepped forward to support her swaying younger brother and called Su Ze's name in panic.

Hearing the commotion downstairs, Su Ze immediately snapped out of his grief-stricken thoughts. After composing himself, he went up to the third floor. When he saw Shen Mo's pale face, the panic he had just suppressed surged up again. "What happened to him?"

As she watched Su Ze scoop Shen Mo up and carry him toward the bed, Shen Yue noticed his sudden change in attitude and realized that he must have thought of the same possibility as she had.

She took several steps forward, her voice somewhat panicked. "I don't know either. Treat him with your ability first."

Su Ze had a Wood Ability. Ordinary Wood Abilities generally fell into two categories: controlling plants for attack and stimulating plant growth.

But on top of those two, he had mutated another function—healing.

Among all the Wood Ability users he had encountered so far, he seemed to be the only one who could use the vitality within plant-based abilities.

Although Su Ze did not know why, this ability had indeed brought him considerable convenience.

Su Ze hurriedly poured his ability into Shen Mo's body, but once that vitality-filled power entered Shen Mo, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, unable to stir even the slightest ripple.

After examining him for a while, Su Ze's face turned pale, and his expression darkened. "My ability doesn't work on him! What exactly happened just now? Tell me in detail."