The sea breeze gently blew. Eleven’s hair was gently ruffled by it and blew past her face. There was a slight cold in her gaze as she looked down. The little glint in her pitch-black eyes gradually faded.
She shook her head. It was better not to see him.
Ye Wei nodded and did not make things difficult for her. Ye Wei could tell that she could not let go of Mo Ye but could not tell whether it was something good or bad. It was, to Mo Ye, something good.
She had heard Mo Jue mention about them and often felt regret. It was perhaps this mortal desire for perfection that left room for regret at the slightest imperfection.
The same could be said for feelings.
“It’s also good that you don’t see him. You’re not going to feel any better when you see him in his current state,” Ye Wei said. She raised her eyebrows and looked into the calm sea on the horizon. She gently said, “Why is it just so difficult to be human?”
Whether it was Eleven or herself, both of them were trapped in these feelings and felt as though they were bound.
It was even more so for her. She felt it even more keenly when she was with Mo Jue.
“What’s with Mo Jue and you?” Eleven laughed and asked. They had sacrificed so much, one chance each, that they ought not to part ways. If they did, she would have felt that it would not be worthwhile.
She was worried at how prolonged their tussle had become.
“It’s nothing major, really. It’s like he is watching me all day as though I’m some criminal. Mo Jue, save his looks, has nothing else. He is crude, boring, out of step with time, vicious, and moody all day round. I must have been crazy to take a liking to him.”
As Ye Wei listed Mo Jue’s flaws, Eleven broke into laughter. She had also listed Mo Ye’s flaws, and there was just that one Mo Ye in the world.
“Change yourself. That’s your strength.” Eleven laughed and suggested to her.
Ye Wei had a crying look on her face. “I feel like he has imprisoned me spiritually or physically, and I’m extremely uncomfortable with this feeling. Was I like this before?”
“Wei Wei, when did you start believing us?”
Ye Wei was taken aback and shook her head. “I do not know.”
She had actually been like that, so when did she start believing? While she could not say the same for others, she would definitely believe what Eleven told her as Eleven was the only familiar person she knew and had telepathy with.
She trusted her own feelings.
“Eleven, did I used to like Mo Jue this much?” Ye Wei asked her with much uncertainty.
Did she have such bad taste?
Eleven looked at her, vexed, and wanted to tell her that she did not like him. She, however, would not say such a thing. “Uh, you used to really like him.”
“I must have been young and reckless!” Ye Wei frowned in vexation. Whether she liked him before did not matter. What mattered was that she really liked him. What could she do about it?
Eleven broke into laughter and lied down lazily. She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the sea breeze. When she closed her eyes, Mo Ye’s gaze as he fell appeared in her mind, and her heart ached. Why wouldn’t he wake up?
That bullet did not nail him in a vital position, and the anesthetic ought to have numbed the feeling. That said, he should have awoken after these many days.
“Hey, you should just go see him if you’re that worried. You’re already in Italy.”
“If I go, won’t Mo Jue shoot me up like there’s no tomorrow?” Eleven mused.
“He dares!?” Ye Wei stared with open eyes.
Eleven laughed at how Ye Wei still protected her like before. When she was by Ye Wei’s side, she was so easy-going and needed not to worry about anything.
“I’m not going.”
Ye Wei knew that she had made up her mind and did not say anything else.
“Wei Wei, don’t interfere in anything between the terrorist organization and the Mafia’s future tussles. They have to bear the weight of the decisions, and we’ve got nothing to do with them. It’s tough to be caught between them,” Eleven said. “I can see that you’re in a bad mood, and it should be because of that, right?”
“I want that peace of mind where I can simply not bother about anything.” Ye Wei smiled bitterly. How could she watch on silently when they were clearly nominating themselves for the Darwin Awards?
“They know what they are doing. While they have been a little crazy this time, they are no longer children and will not throw destructive tantrums because they know the severity of their actions. Even if you do not step out, somebody will eventually acquiesce. I am more afraid…” Eleven chose her words and did not know how to break it. She eventually honestly said, “Don’t allow Mo Jue to exploit you unwittingly.”
“Him?”
“The Second Boss Mo I know is unlikely to deliberately exploit you, but the situation is as it is. The people and things around him will somehow develop in a particular direction, and chances are that you will be exploited by the situation given your unique identity, and that’s even if he doesn’t plan to exploit you. When that happens, both parties are not going to like this, and you will be hurt the most,” Eleven said meaningfully.
It was difficult to maneuver when being caught in the middle.
She did not want the terrorist organization to take on the Mafia, nor for Mo Jue to take on the terrorist organization. The truth was that nothing was perfect. If things went as they wished, there would be world peace.
If she was not present that very time, it was afraid that Chu Li, Jason, and all would have misunderstood Ye Wei and created a huge chasm in their many years of friendship with dire consequences.
“I’ll do what’s best.” Ye Wei smiled.
Eleven looked at Ye Wei quietly before asking hesitantly, “Wei Wei, why didn’t you ask me about the past?”
“I don’t know!” Ye Wei honestly replied. “I did not dare to ask, and I did not think about it. The past does not seem that important, and losing that memory could be taken to be a new beginning. Not everybody gets such an opportunity.”
Those were her heartfelt thoughts.
Eleven heard this for the first time. She would have been even more eager to regain her memory and learn about her past if it were her. Nobody could stand living a meaningless life.
Ye Wei looked at the calm sea and said crisply and decisively, “That’s true. While nobody could stand the notion of living a meaningless life, what if I lose him when I regain my memory? If that is the case, I’d rather not regain my memory. I will, for his sake, endure it.”
“Wei Wei… You’re really…” Eleven could not help it. Wei Wei might have known that recovering her memory would mean an irrecoverable breakup between them, and was hence unwilling to regain her memory.
‘Mo Jue, you are a damn lucky man!’
If he did not treasure Wei Wei’s intentions, her intentions would have gone down the drain.
While some would appear unrestrained, gorgeous, and claim to easily love, they were not easily stirred to love. When they loved, they gave it their all without abandon. She, however, laid them upfront.
There are some types of love that, despite going unmentioned, are still present.
