I'm having EMO, can you help me die?

Chapter 107 Hoping she can forever redeem herself…

However, the boy remained motionless, staring at Shen Qingqing for a long time before reaching out his hand and saying, "Hold hands."

Little Lazy didn't know what Shen Qingqing was thinking; anyway, it was full.

The two were eleven or twelve years old.

The boy obediently reached out his hand, his wet eyes fixed on Shen Qingqing, looking to anyone who saw him as if he were looking at his beloved.

In Mo Jing's heart, Shen Qingqing was the one who was to redeem him, a gift from heaven, who was originally his, without any reason. This was what she told him...

[Xiao Lan, is he Mo Jing?]

Even if she were slow to notice, Shen Qingqing could sense that the other person seemed to recognize her, and besides...

There's only one person in this world who can make her feel no resistance...

Yes, darling, you're amazing! Awesome!

The relationship between the two had been one of mutual attraction for some time now.

You can't separate them; you gradually accept them.

This seems quite magical to Xiaolan. When one person meets another, their encounter is like a chemical reaction, something that is difficult for a string of code to understand.

Shen Qingqing pursed her lips, her gaze falling on Mo Jing's fox mask. Then, she slowly raised her hand and gently placed it in Mo Jing's palm.

The icy fingertips paused for a moment when they touched the warm palm, and then were held tightly, each finger gripped firmly, so much so that the whole body trembled slightly.

Shen Qingqing noticed that something was wrong with Mo Jing, and gently patted his tightly clenched hand with her other hand.

"Would you... treat others like this too?"

The boy's voice became hoarse, his tone uncertain, and a shadow spread across his eyes.

"what?"

She didn't immediately understand what the other person was saying.

Mo Jing coldly replied, "Hold hands."

His tightly clasped hands enveloped Shen Qingqing's small hand in his palm. The girl frowned but remained silent.

He stood quietly, yet his body seemed to emanate a chill, and his once gentle eyes were now as dark as night.

The unfathomable depths were tinged with coldness, as if the surrounding air would freeze into ice at any moment.

[Host, do you feel very cold?]

Lazy, now transformed into a cat, rolled up Shen Qingqing's rabbit fur shawl and covered herself. This awful weather! (Achoo!)

If I had known, I wouldn't have come out. Instead, I left the host alone in this sea of ​​people. Little Lazy spotted the fragrant steamed buns at a glance.

Oh well, it's a little lazy but adaptable, this bit of cold is nothing to it.

No, it's probably a problem with your sensory nerves. Do you want to talk to your superiors about it?

【? 】

[Employee compensation? Are you really working for free?]

The little lazybones fell into deep thought. They were created for the sole purpose of selecting the right people to complete tasks.

They regulate all the worlds, and although they work 365 days a year without rest, that's all they do.

With a whoosh, Xiao Lan slipped into the crowd.

Actually, it's back in the system space. It hasn't been wanting to talk lately and is in seclusion - there's a sign placed in front of the door in the space.

Shen Qingqing: Okay, she admits that she went a bit too far, but it wasn't that bad, was it?

She attributed it all to the system being a sensitive little creature, and said she would apologize next time they met.

During their brief conversation, Shen Qingqing forgot to reply to Mo Jing, whose face darkened.

His aura was completely different from before; the chill suddenly changed, and a strong killing intent overflowed.

"Host, it seems you forgot to answer his question," said the lazy emo in the system space, looking rather sullen.

That murderous aura was so intense that only the host, a person with a thick skin, didn't react.

problem?

Oh no, she seems to have forgotten to reply to someone. The mental images flashing through her mind made her mistakenly believe she had replied. She didn't mean to...

"You're the first... the first person I've ever held hands with..."

Speaking too fast, she almost didn't get it right. "Is this alright?" Shen Qingqing subconsciously glanced at Mo Jing's expression.

like……

It still didn't work. Could it be because she answered too slowly and felt she hadn't respected him?

In her mind, Shen Qingqing scratched her head, realizing that communicating with animals was difficult, but communicating with people was even more difficult.

Shen Qingqing's answer made Mo Jing feel a little better, and his murderous intent dissipated, but only slightly; his expression remained unchanged.

She thought about it for a full half incense stick's time. Was it the person who had been following Qingqing before?

Tonight, send someone to kill that person, so Qingqing won't care about anyone else...

It was agreed that he would be the only one to be redeemed.

Then you can only care about him, no one else, not even himself!

Mo Jing was unaware that Shen Qingqing had recognized him and mistakenly believed that she was holding hands with someone else, thus forgetting him forever...

After her memories were sealed, Shen Qingqing felt much less of the faint sense of despondency she had felt before.

I've started to care about the feelings of those on the mission and pay attention to their emotions, but only a little bit.

Little Lazy secretly kept track of everything, and the tiny human screen displayed the host's observation diary, writing with increasing enthusiasm.

Q: Since the host has become more proactive in completing tasks after losing his memory, is it possible to not return the memories to the host later?

Ding-dong—

Your message has been sent. Please wait patiently for a response from the main system.

Finally, I can breathe a sigh of relief. It wasn't for nothing that it put on this show...

Lanterns floated on the water, their candlelight flickering and reflected on the surface, creating a shimmering, beautiful scene.

Young boys and girls stood by the water, making wishes on their lanterns. A rabbit lantern floated by, but got stuck on a fallen leaf. Shen Qingqing squatted down.

Wow—

With a flick of his finger, the rabbit lantern floated across the leaves and drifted into the distance. The boy stood by, watching Shen Qingqing's every move.

"Would you like to make a wish?"

The bright lights reflected in her eyes, making Shen Qingqing's eyes seem to be filled with light.

"No."

He doesn't believe in the existence of gods in this world, and he doesn't care about this world at all. He was born like a chess piece, without his own thoughts, trapped there.

"Maybe it will come true?" she added ramblingly.

"Or do you actually have no wishes?"

Wishes? No wishes...

Mo Jing fell into deep thought...

He had no desires, he never had any, but after meeting her, he felt alive, he felt alive.

That splash of color... I don't know when I started noticing her...

But that wasn't enough to attract him.

She said he was sent by God to redeem him, but it was a lie, and he believed it.

Because the others don't seem to have much meaning either, just like that winter when snow fell into my palm and left nothing behind.

"Have."

He glanced at her casually, his voice tinged with nervousness, and stared at the girl in front of him. A gentle breeze blew, and the boy's hair ribbon swayed with the willows by the lake.

After a full half-stick of incense had burned, Mo Jing closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and hoped that she would forever redeem him...

Make a wish...

Shen Qingqing lowered her head, her fingertip touching her own lantern. What was her wish...?

My heart feels empty; I tried to grasp something but grasped nothing.

I hope... his wish will come true...

This fleeting thought was something Shen Qingqing hadn't expected.