Chapter 405: Ruthlessness (1)
Chapter 405: Ruthlessness (1)
Shortly after nightfall, someone ignited the first string of firecrackers. In response, the sound of firecrackers continued one after another, echoing over the skies of Liuyang Village. Amidst the long series of firecrackers, the Mo family sat together with their three beasts, lively eating two full pots of dumplings.
During the Lantern Festival, there was no need to stay up all night. The family gathered around the brazier for a while, then each took hot water back to their rooms, intending to soak their feet before resting. Mo Yan also brought the three satisfied beasts back to her own small courtyard. The other local dogs had long been chased home by Xiao Hua to celebrate the Lantern Festival.
After placing Xiao Hua and Da Bai in the space, Mo Yan was about to take Fluff inside when she heard Fluffy's cry from outside the door. The door to the small hall creaked as it was scratched by Fluffy, sounding somewhat harsh.
Mo Yan's heart stirred, quickly opened the door, and Fluffy rushed in carrying a chill. It stood on the ground, its body trembling violently. Snowflakes stuck to its feathers scattered and fell to the ground, melting into shallow water stains in no time.
Mao Tuan hadn't seen Mao Mao for two or three days and seemed to miss it dearly. It wagged its tail and pounced over, extending meat-sized claws that were neither light nor heavy as they playfully patted Mao Mao's body. Its mouth emitted a soft sound similar to a cat's meow, sounding very affectionate.
However, Mao Mao held grudges, still remembering the last time it was plucked and didn't like Mao Tuan at all. It stretched out its sharp talons, screeched, and scratched heavily at Mao Tuan's furry face without holding back.
Mao Tuan twisted its body, agilely stretched backward to avoid the disfiguring scratch, and then extended its paw to pat back. This flowing action clearly wasn't their first encounter.
The two fellows fought happily back and forth, and Mo Yan had long been used to it. As long as Mao Mao was home, this eagle and three beasts would never be calm.
When they had been playing for a while and temporarily quieted down, Mo Yan took the opportunity to grab Mao Mao, removed the letter from its leg, and casually tossed it into the space.
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In the space were spiritual springs and peaches, and Mao Mao never wanted to come out once inside.
Looking at the thin, almost weightless piece of paper in her hand, Mo Yan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
She regretted sending those gloves after waking up from a nap. In this era, communicating with a man had already crossed boundaries. She had even impulsively made a pair of gloves and delivered them to him. She wasn't afraid of others finding out, nor was she worried about being seen as frivolous by him, but she was anxious.
Yes, she was anxious!
Initially, when he left Mao Mao behind, she never thought about writing to him. Later, his letters made her laugh and cry, forcing her to reply several times. Each time she wrote back, she secretly admonished herself that it was normal communication between ordinary friends, nothing more.
But no matter how she comforted herself, she foolishly made those gloves and eagerly sent them over. That was the fact. Unconsciously, she had already invested emotions beyond friendship. At this moment, she couldn't continue pretending to be ignorant.
In this life, without the worry of life and death, she didn't have to fear an early death. If she was moved by someone, she was willing to try a relationship to make up for regrets from her previous life. But if that person was Xiao Ruiyuan, she couldn't let herself indulge in it.
Even though her thoughts were modern and open, many people still clung to traditional views, especially regarding social status and compatibility. In this era, social status and compatibility were crucial, especially in a male-dominated society where men could have multiple wives and concubines. Even having enough money to support a lifetime with one wife was rare, not to mention those from prestigious families or noble lineages?
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