Chương 23: Causing Trouble
Biên tập viên: Nyoi-Bo Studio
He never learned how to control his temper.
"How dare you talk about me like that, Mo Lin? You're something!" Mo Ningchen raised his chin and said with a sorrowful look in his eyes.
He clenched the glass shard in his hand tightly.
The sharp shard had cut his finger. It was painful but Mo Ningchen's lips curled into a smile.
Yang Manjun's heart ached on seeing the state her son was in. She covered her mouth and pleaded, "Ningchen, what are you trying to do? Don't do anything stupid!"
"I don't want to live anymore." Mo Ningchen looked at the drops of blood dripping as if they had nothing to do with him.
Mo Lin stood at the side, quietly watching his performance, and laughed mockingly.
"Mo Ningchen, you kept doing this. Why haven't you succeeded even one time? If you want to die, be more decisive and don't play with everyone's feelings. Do you agree?" Mo Lin crossed his arms and his expression was ice-cold as he said these words.
The moment he said those words, everyone present was stunned at Mo Lin's words on his little brother.
Yang Manjun was especially angry. She had asked Mo Lin to come over to talk to Mo Ningchen. After he said that, Mo Ningchen's emotional state might become worse!
"How could you say that? Your brother's mental health was never good to begin with!" Yang Manjun was scared to death. She was afraid that Mo Ningchen might do something silly if Mo Lin continue.
"What do you think?" Mo Lin walked towards Mo Ningchen slowly.
So what if his condition did not look good? Even so, he should continue to live, right? What was the point of seeking death every day?
"I know what you are thinking. You just don't want to see yourself in this sorry state. However, Mo Ningchen, think about it carefully. Do you have the courage to die?"
Mo Lin stared into his eyes, feeling that this person gave up too easily. He never even dared to fight against the illness.
Mo Ningchen's fingers were trembling slightly. He lowered his head and looked at his bloody palm, his brows tightly knitted together.
That was right, Mo Lin was not wrong. He indeed did not have the determination to face death.
Even now, he still did not dare to do so.
At that moment, he suddenly lost all his strength and threw the dagger on the ground.
Yang Manjun was slightly taken aback. That was great. He had finally put down the dagger.
She quickly ran to Mo Ningchen and took out a handkerchief to cover his wound. She said bitterly, "You silly child. There is no problem too big. We will be by your side."
With his broken body, what was the point?
Mo Ningchen forced a smile and said weakly, "How? Do you mean my body? I know that I have been a burden."
If it were possible, he did not want to continue living like this. It was tiring.
"It's not like that. We have already found a doctor for you. Your body will recover. Also, we have arranged a marriage for you. Everything is developing positively. My child, don't do anything stupid again."
Yang Manjun only had one son. If something happened to him, she would not be able to bear it.
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