Flyer

Mo Xuan had no idea what earth-shattering thing his biological mother had done. If he had known, he might have dragged Luo Muqi to buy fireworks right then and there.

So, he could only continue accompanying Luo Muqi on their date. Mo Xuan couldn’t help but sigh inwardly; he was almost developing a stress response.

The trigger keywords were: hotel, homestay, not going home.

But strictly speaking, Mo Xuan didn’t have many hobbies to begin with.

While he was still pondering where to take Luo Muqi to avoid any potential risks, Luo Muqi sighed, seemingly guessing his dilemma, and said softly, “Brother, how about I accompany you to the city library?”

“Huh?”

Mo Xuan was a little surprised by Luo Muqi’s sudden suggestion. Luo Muqi smiled and said, “We could have done this at school, but I’m afraid you might get disturbed by others again. It’s better to go to the city library, where you can focus.”

Truthfully, Luo Muqi didn’t care where they went. For her, even sitting in the car with Mo Xuan and doing nothing all afternoon would make her happy.

Mo Xuan chuckled wryly, “We’re here to have fun. Even though you’ve been dragging me out a lot lately… we can put aside things like my thesis for now.”

Luo Muqi didn’t particularly want Mo Xuan to be so fixated on his degree anymore. She and Luo Shiya had money—more than enough to spend recklessly without ever running out.

The annual dividends from the Luo Family’s shares, combined with the sisters’ personal assets, were enough to last them several lifetimes.

But Mo Xuan was unwilling to give up. Although Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi weren’t thrilled about it, they didn’t say anything.

As for why they had been frequenting the school recently, it was because they would go crazy if they didn’t see Mo Xuan.

In the end, Mo Xuan drove Luo Muqi to the city library. Just as they got out of the car, they happened to pass by a hospital handing out flyers nearby.

Coincidentally, Luo Muqi received a call from her company.

“I’ll go buy you a drink, okay?”

Mo Xuan whispered to Luo Muqi, who smiled and nodded at him. As he walked past the flyer distribution area, a staff member handed him a flyer.

At first, he didn’t pay much attention, but then he noticed a very familiar name—Shangguan Meng.

It was an event promoting mental health awareness, organized by the hospital where Shangguan Meng worked. Her name was prominently listed among the doctors responsible for the event.

There was no photo, but her name was there. Given how uncommon the surname “Shangguan” was, and the fact that the name matched, the chances of it being someone else were slim.

Mo Xuan couldn’t help but marvel at how much his former classmate had changed. Back in high school, she was the type to blush after just a few words. He never expected her to have come this far.

He actually admired her quite a bit. Back when they were in high school, sitting in front of and behind each other, they once talked about their future university majors and career aspirations.

Shangguan Meng had said she wanted to become a psychologist. No one had expected her to choose such a field.

Looking back now, among all their classmates, Shangguan Meng might be the only one who had stuck to her original goal.

Mo Xuan rarely kept in touch with his high school classmates. Occasionally, he would glance at their group chat, where most of them were either pursuing graduate studies or had started working early. However, many complained that their current lives were nothing like what they had envisioned.

Some didn’t end up in the jobs they initially wanted, while others found their chosen majors unsatisfactory and eventually switched to something else.

Life rarely goes as planned, but those who persevere deserve respect.

Mo Xuan had considered leaving the group chat after Su Yanran had a falling out with him and left. But seeing her exit, he decided to stay, even though he never spoke—just occasionally lurked to see what was going on.

Reflecting on those three years of high school and comparing them to his current life, it suddenly felt like a lifetime ago.

Folding the flyer and stuffing it into his pocket, Mo Xuan initially had no intention of attending the event. But then, something occurred to him, and he took it out again to glance at it.

Lately, he had been in a good state. Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi had stopped pressuring him to recover his memories. He thought, why not ask his former classmate for help?

Perhaps there were psychological methods that could assist in memory recovery. If Shangguan Meng couldn’t help, maybe another doctor could.

With that in mind, Mo Xuan tucked the flyer back into his pocket. He could always ask Luo Shiya or Luo Muqi to accompany him later. Although he had seen other doctors before, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to try. What if it worked?

Returning with two cups of hot milk tea, Luo Muqi happily threw herself into Mo Xuan’s arms, pouting slightly, “Why did it take so long?”

“The tea shop was a bit far. Were you waiting impatiently?” Mo Xuan smiled as he handed her the tea. He didn’t think much about the flyer for now. “I know you don’t like it too sweet, so I only asked for 30% sugar.”

Luo Muqi hugged the milk tea Mo Xuan had bought for her and followed him into the library.

If it were anyone else, they might have found sitting with a guy taking notes unbearably dull, but Luo Muqi didn’t mind. She picked up a novel and sat quietly beside Mo Xuan, reading.

Every now and then, she would glance up at Mo Xuan, her eyes filled with adoration.

How could she ever get tired of looking at his face?

I really want to kiss him… and it’s not like there’s anyone around right now…

They had chosen a corner by the window, where only the two of them were seated. It wasn’t a weekend, so the library wasn’t crowded.

Unable to resist, Luo Muqi suddenly kissed Mo Xuan on the cheek. The sudden attack made Mo Xuan’s face flush red instantly.

“Stop messing around, Muqi…”

Don’t embarrass yourself here, but Luo Muqi seemed to have found a new game. After a while, when Mo Xuan was absorbed in his studies again, she suddenly leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips.

“Muqi…” Mo Xuan looked at her helplessly. “I’m almost done. Can you stop messing around, please?”

“Brother, I want to kiss you…”

Both Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi had been acting excessively affectionate lately. Before Mo Xuan could protest, Luo Muqi kissed him on the lips again.

After what felt like an eternity, she slowly pulled away, giggling as she gently touched Mo Xuan’s face. “That’s your reward for working hard. When you’re done, there’ll be more rewards…”

Rewards? Are you sure it’s not a punishment?

Mo Xuan was speechless, but he still reached out with his left hand to ruffle her hair. Just as he was about to pull his hand back, Luo Muqi grabbed it, gently bit his index finger, and then pressed his hand against her cheek.

So, Mo Xuan had no choice but to continue taking notes with one hand while holding the other up awkwardly.

Luo Muqi stopped reading her book and instead played with Mo Xuan’s left hand, sometimes intertwining their fingers, sometimes fiddling with his.

Mo Xuan suddenly remembered a popular saying online: “Women only slow down my sword-drawing speed.”

The internet doesn’t lie. How is anyone supposed to study like this?

Luo Muqi didn’t really want to act like this, but whenever she was alone with Mo Xuan, she couldn’t help herself. In the past, she and Luo Shiya had always respected Mo Xuan’s choices—if he wanted to continue studying, they let him; if he wanted to join a research team, they supported him.

But after suppressing their feelings for so long, the emotions had built up and needed an outlet. Their feelings for Mo Xuan had always been somewhat obsessive, and holding back for this long was already a feat.

Despite Luo Muqi’s constant distractions, Mo Xuan managed to finish his notes. Stretching, he reached into his pocket for his phone and accidentally touched the flyer again.

“Oh, Muqi, I just saw a flyer over there about psychological counseling.”

Hearing Mo Xuan’s words, Luo Muqi’s pupils momentarily froze, but the reaction was gone in an instant.

“I was thinking, maybe you or Shiya could accompany me to check it out. What if I can recover my memories?” Mo Xuan smiled and wrapped an arm around Luo Muqi. “It’s been so long. Even though it’s a memory nerve issue, I’d like to get it checked and see if a psychologist could help me recover my memories.”

“Of course, Brother,” Luo Muqi looked up and smiled. “Have you decided when? I or my sister can go with you.”

“How about soon? It’s the end of the year, and I’d like to get it checked in advance,” Mo Xuan replied after some thought. “Even though this memory might not make a big difference, I feel like not remembering it would be a regret in my life, especially since it’s a memory with all of you.”

“Brother, it’s okay if you can’t remember…” Luo Muqi gently caressed Mo Xuan’s face. “But if you want to give it a try, then go ahead, okay?”

Mo Xuan nodded, telling her he was going to return some books and asking her to wait for him there. He then left, carrying a stack of books in his arms.

Luo Muqi couldn’t help but frown. She quickly took out her phone and sent a message to her older sister, informing her of Mo Xuan’s intentions.

After all, compared to herself, Luo Shiya was far more professional in this area.

At that moment, Luo Shiya, who was in her office, saw Luo Muqi’s message and smiled. She leisurely replied with a single line: «It’s fine, just go along with his wishes.»

“Let him get checked. It’s better if everything comes to light…”

With a smile that carried an unsettling undertone, Luo Shiya gently stroked the black ring on her index finger—a ring identical to the one Mo Xuan wore…