Mr. Mu Proposed Again Today
Chapter 583 - 581 It’s All Your Fault_1

Chapter 583: Chapter 581 It’s All Your Fault_1

Mu Zisu finally nodded in understanding; so that was it.

"Do you feel happy here?" Mu Zisu suppressed the bitterness in his heart and asked softly.

Na Xiaoxiao nodded, "Yes, I’m happy... It’s just that without dad and mom, sometimes I feel unhappy..."

Mu Zisu’s eyes dimmed—

Na Xiaoxiao, puzzled, craned her neck to look at Mu Zisu, "Are you unhappy?"

Mu Zisu’s eyes contracted slightly...

"Why... are you unhappy?" Na Xiaoxiao asked tentatively again.

With a bitter feeling at the bottom of his heart, Mu Zisu curled up a smile, "No... Seeing you, I am very happy..."

Na Xiaoxiao suddenly felt somewhat embarrassed, her cheeks seemingly flushed with two pink clouds.

The smile on Mu Zisu’s lips grew deeper, so she still could feel shy after all.

"Xiaoxiao..." Na Ersi’s voice suddenly called out from not far away.

Na Xiaoxiao snapped back to reality and immediately stood up from the stone stool.

"What’s the matter, dad..."

"It’s time to go back, your master is waiting for you..."

Upon hearing Na Ersi’s words, Na Xiaoxiao didn’t know why, but a sense of reluctance surged abruptly in her heart, she thought it was because of Na Ersi.

"Dad... I want to keep you company a little longer..."

"Tomorrow I will come to see you, go back now, don’t make your master wait too long..."

"Then remember to bring him along with you when you visit me tomorrow..." Na Xiaoxiao stretched out her hand and pointed at Mu Zisu, who was standing to one side.

Mu Zisu’s heart skipped a beat...

Meanwhile, a contemplative look flashed across Na Ersi’s eyes, but his face remained composed as he said, "Okay..."

After hearing Na Ersi’s words, Na Xiaoxiao smiled at Mu Zisu, and only then did she leave with peace of mind.

Watching Na Xiaoxiao’s departing figure, Mu Zisu wanted to step forward, to hold on to her and take her away recklessly, but his reason told him, he couldn’t...

Na Ersi stepped forward and sat across from Mu Zisu, then picked up the teacup, poured himself some water, and without looking at Mu Zisu, he started speaking to himself, "Xiaoxiao’s birthday is on the fifteenth of July, only a few days apart from Qiqi’s. However, those born on this day within the Gumiao Tribe have a status much higher than the rest..."

Mu Zisu frowned as he looked at him...

"People born on this day are the best candidates to inherit witchcraft..."

"When she was born, her grandfather repeatedly requested her return here, all of which I declined, and I never told her about the Gumiao Tribe’s existence until the recent mishap forced me to bring her back. The only way to save her was this one..."

"But her mind was in turmoil, utterly incapable of accepting the inheritance, so we had no choice but to feed her the Love Devouring Water... Although it’s called water, it is actually a form of Poisonous Insect, so... she remembers everyone, only you she does not recall..."

Mu Zisu closed his eyes in desolation...

His hands on his lap clenched tightly.

"Yaoyao... you have to learn to let go..."

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When Mu Zisu saw Na Xiaoxiao for the second time, she was practicing calligraphy.

He stood outside the window, watching her intently write characters he could not understand over the windowsill.

Her expression was serious, every stroke vivid and full of life.

After finishing a character, Na Xiaoxiao lifted her head, wanting to see who was peeking at her practice.

Looking up, she was greeted by a face that was both unfamiliar and yet familiar, bathed in golden light...

Her heart skipped a beat, and her watery eyes suddenly brightened. Without putting down the brush in her hand, she exclaimed with excitement, "You’re here..."

A drop of black ink silently fell from the tip of the brush onto the rice paper filled with characters, quickly spreading and forming a conspicuous black blotch...

Xiaoxiao cried out in alarm, "Oh no... I’ve been writing for two hours! Master will definitely scold me again..."

She hurriedly set down the brush, picked up the large piece of rice paper, and after looking at it, she turned to Mu Zisu with a mournful look, "It’s all your fault..."

A slight smile abruptly curled the corners of Mu Zisu’s lips; afterward, he left the windowsill and went around to the front door to enter.

"I will make it up to you..." Mu Zisu spoke softly.

"How can you make it up? It’s already like this..." Xiaoxiao handed the dark mess over for him to see.

"I’ll help you write it..." Mu Zisu said as he walked over to the desk, preparing to pick up the brush.

"But how could that be alright? Our handwriting is different; Master can tell..." Xiaoxiao worried.

"Don’t worry, I will try my best to imitate yours..." Mu Zisu said with a calm expression.

Xiaoxiao looked at him skeptically, "Can you really do it?"

Mu Zisu’s pride was hurt, and he picked up the brush, looking at her, "Don’t underestimate me..."

Seeing Mu Zisu’s confident expression, Xiaoxiao suddenly felt tempted to test his claim. She didn’t believe he could truly imitate her handwriting.

"Alright... If you really can write characters exactly like mine, I will do whatever you ask..."

"Good... Remember what you just said and don’t try to weasel out of it later..." said Mu Zisu, his smile deepening.

"I never go back on my word..." Xiaoxiao stated firmly.

Mu Zisu nodded, bending over to start tracing the characters Xiaoxiao had written.

Why say ’tracing’? Because to him, these were hardly characters at all.

Xiaoxiao watched Mu Zisu begin to write with a doubtful expression. She had thought that at best he might be able to mimic her handwriting by five or six points, but to her astonishment, it was an exact match...

Her eyes widened in shock, growing so wide that even her mouth involuntarily fell open, wide enough to fit an egg...

Finally, after an hour, Mu Zisu straightened up.

Xiaoxiao looked down at the two papers; they were identical, and Mu Zisu had even finished the small part she had left incomplete.

This was... simply unbelievable...

"How... how did you do this..." she asked in amazement.

Mu Zisu looked at her with infinite tenderness and smiled gently, "Anything is possible with enough care and effort..."

Xiaoxiao’s cheeks warmed under his gaze, and she quickly lowered her head to pick up the large rice paper from the desk.

"It’s too similar... No, that’s not right; it’s exactly the same..." she marveled, then turned to Mu Zisu with a brilliant smile, "Thank you... That must’ve been tough..."

Mu Zisu raised an eyebrow and smiled slyly, "You said... if I wrote it exactly like yours, I could ask you to do anything..."

Xiaoxiao suddenly turned to him and laughed, "Did I? I don’t seem to remember that..."

"Thinking of reneging?"

"I am not! It was only because of you that my writing was ruined; I’ll take this one as compensation and won’t hold it against you..." she said, and then she smiled radiantly at Mu Zisu.

Mu Zisu’s heart was suddenly enveloped in a deep warmth; this was the real her, happy and untroubled.

Xiaoxiao put down the rice paper in her hand and looked innocently at Mu Zisu before saying, "Or... could you help me write another one? Count it for tomorrow?"