I Become A Peach Blossom Fairy
Don't Call Me Sister, Call Me Brother!.

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Sunlight crept in from the window slit, gauze curtains swung in the cool breeze, the wind entered the room while carrying the scent of fresh flowers.

The little boy lying on the bed had a faint tremor in his eyelids. After struggling for a moment, his eyelids then opened and displayed a pair of dark black pupils.

Mo Xuan had fully regained his senses.

In the confusion he struggled to wake up. However, the terrible pain had to stop him.

"I.ukhh..."

Every breath he breathed made his chest feel heavy and stuffy. His dry throat made it difficult for him to even swallow.

Sensing the fishy and astringe feeling in his mouth, Mo Xuan couldn't bear it and spewed it all out in one go.

"Uhuk-uhukk!", He began to cough, and on the sidelines of his cough a blackish-red blood came out from the corner of his mouth, blood continued to flow and fell onto the soft blanket that covered half of his body.

After spewing out the black and dirty blood that had left him breathless, Mo Xuan felt much better. Her breathing was no longer tight and her chest did not feel heavy.

While wiping away the blood patch on the corner of his lips, Mo Xuan's black eyes were quietly scanning the room around him.

-- This room looks clean and laid out in a simple style, there is not much decoration except a few planting pots placed on the window.

The smell of bamboo, the smell of tea and the smell of herbal medicines mixed into one, faintly the smell could be smelled all over the room.

Mo Xuan pranked, he only realized that if this room, no more precisely this house might be made of real bamboo. And still a bamboo house that is designed so complicated and good.

Mo Xuan gazed towards the closed door, a touch of vigilance and a sense of pressure surfaced in his black eyes.

Mo Xuan felt uneasy, he had no idea where he was now and what had happened to him.

Someone saved me?.

Butwhy?.

Who is so foolish as to save a dying man?.

Those three questions popped up constantly in Mo Xuan's mind. He could not believe there would be a pedestrian willing to help him, a boy whose entire body was covered in wounds and who only needed one more step towards death.

Smelling the residual fragrance of herbal medicines in the air and looking at the bandages and white cloth wrapped around his wounds, Mo Xuan felt his eyes ache.

At first he thought his heart had long since gone numb. Ever since his trust had been torn to shreds with the sharpest blade called the family, Mo Xuan never thought he could open his eyes again in the safe and lively state he was now.

However, when his heart was injured and already had no hope of beating, suddenly appeared a glimmer of light that quietly approached and healed him.

"What kind of person has helped me, why would he want to cure me?. Does he have other plans?".

Mo Xuan couldn't help but be bad-hearted. He has seen so many hypocrites, selfish and shameless people who hide their despicable nature behind the mask of kindness. He had also felt what it was like to be betrayed and pushed to the bottomless pit by his own closest relatives.

Knowing if there was someone who saved him even though he had sustained severe injuries, Mo Xuan did not feel the slightest pleasure. He feels tired, bored and decadent with the harsh reality that he is still alive but loses his mother.

"Why am I still alive?. Wouldn't it be better if I just died. Without my mother by my side, what can I do?".

Nobody wants me, nobody loves me, and nobody wants me to live.

So why do I keep breathing?.

Everything is useless.

Mo Xuan gripped tightly against his neck on his own, he tightened his pressure until there was only a hint of air flowing down his throat.

"It would be better if I died..."

Mo Xuan closed his eyes, with his breathing almost cut off and the air slowly thinning, he smiled looking at the death gate he was so eagerly waiting for.

However, at the moment when Mo Xuan was full of anticipation awaiting his death, it was suddenly just that the door of the room was opened with a loud bang.

Then followed the angry screams of someone.

"Well, what are you doing!!!".

Mo Xuan opened his eyes wide, in disbelief he stared at the beautiful belligerent figure who had just entered the door with a thousand complicated gazes. His two hands that tightly gripped his own neck were involuntarily loosened.

His originally numb black eyes turned melted and watery.

Tears flowed down the corner of her cheeks, Mo Xuan couldn't help but feel the pain and longing that was building up in her heart and began to shout.

His voice sounded hoarse due to the lack of air, "Buu... Ukh.. Ibu!!!".

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Only God knew how shocked Mei Hua was when she saw this scene.

Short moments when a child who is only 6-7 years old, turns up into the sky while staring blankly at the void. His eyes were full of sadness and despair, but the look on his face was joyful and full of anticipation.

Mei Hua could not imagine, what kind of determination the boy had to die in his own eyes was suffocating him.

In her world, in the chaotic apocalypse, Mei Hua had often witnessed people who were desperate because of the sudden change of the world era.

The changes make it difficult for billions of people around the world to find food, drink, clothing and safe places to live. The change made the human population fall to a low point and life changed as it went back to the primitive era.

Rather than die being eaten by zombies, or even die at the hands of fellow races alike, those who were unprepared for the change chose to flee.

They fled by suicide.

Because it's the only way to keep them safe, safe, painless, and...

...gain freedom.

In the apocalypse era freedom was considered like Eden in heaven.

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"Let's kid, slowly lift your body and drink this".

Mei Hua gently supported Mo Xuan's back, she helped him to lean on the head of the mattress.

Mei Hua then handed me a glass of bamboo filled with Ambrosia water. Carefully he helped her drink.

Sip by mouth, Mo Xuan drank all the water at a moderate pace. Mei Hua was very satisfied, it turned out that this little villain was very obedient. He told her to take the medicine she made, and without a word she immediately drank it all without complaining if it was too bitter.

"Are you calm now?".

Stared at like that, Mei Hua involuntarily shivered. He recalled with a pair of inhumane golden vertical pupils staring at him...

'I can't look scared.. Come on!, Mei Hua!, don't look nervous. No matter how brutal a villain might be he could hurt you with that little body, so don't be afraid!'.

Mei Hua with all her strength tried to convince herself not to panic and hysterically on the spot.

"I've been waiting for you to wake up for a long time. Now that you're awake let me ask you a few things".

Mei Hua's heart was nervous to death, but fortunately the look on her face never worked in line with her heart. So his face at this moment was still with a calm and elegant expression like that of an ascetic.

Mo Xuan opened his mouth, his voice sounding small and raspy as he had just started talking back.

"Y-Yes".

"What's your name, son?".

"Mo's... Mo Xuan's..."

"Your soul?".

"Seven years..."

"Where are you from?".

"K-Louyang Town, Yu Ming County".

This child answered all the questions honestly, Mei Hua nodded in satisfaction.

"Then the last question... Son, I asked, why did you call me mom?".

Mo Xuan's grip on the blanket was as tight as his nails turned white. Shortness of breath and pain again pressed against his chest.

Mo Xuan's face paled, his eyes as black as night looked at the figure of the person sitting in front of him with a complicated gaze.

Very simila.

How can there be two identical people in this world?.

How can anyone have the same face as my mom?.

Mo Xuan painstakingly opened his mouth, his voice sounding trembling.

"Because... Sister, you... You look like my dead mother".

"Really, you're very, very similar to him".

'That's why I called you mother, because I thought you were her', Mo Xuan's inner self in his heart.

Hearing the answer she had already guessed, Mei Hua could not help but grimace.

"Yes, Tuhah... You really..."

Mei Hua did not know what else to ask. Because all the questions he asked himself already he knew the answer. He asked just to be sure.

Making sure if this weak and helpless little boy in front of him is really his favorite villain.

"The characters of the novel are the same fate as me..."

"The one who became the object of my sympathy".

Seeing for herself the fate and dark past of the villain, Mei Hua feels her perspective on the Villain is changing again. At least now in his eyes this little villain doesn't look so terrible anymore, instead he looks a little pathetic.

"But wait a minute!!!".

However, the thought of Mei Hua if the villains looked pitiful was only for a while.

Because Mei Hua felt that there was something very important that she had forgotten.

Ah, true...

Just now, what did the villain call me?, sister?.

A sister?

A sister?

A sister?

Fuck you!.

Laozi is a man!

"Mo Xuan, son..."

Hearing his name being called, Mo Xuan involuntarily raised his chin, his black eyes staring at the monstrous smiling person before him in astonishment.

"Don't call me sister, call me brother, okay?".

".....W-why?".

"Because I'm a man".

"........."

Hearing the last sentence, Mo Xuan rounded his eyes wide.

He could feel the warm and soft palms caressing his head, it made him comfortable.

But...

Why does it hurt a little bit over time?".

"..........."

"Son, good boy, you are very smart, hahaha.", Mei Hua's palm tried hard not to turn the villain's head into a 120-degree angle.

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The author has something to say:

Mo Xuan: You look like my mother, may I call you Niang?

Mei Hua: Hehehe?.