The Morpheus Online (BL)

Chapter 7- His First Love

Jing Wen Xun had just took a bath, admiring his own handsomeness reflected by the mirror. His black hair was short length, the front bangs slicked to the back. His face was lean, neatly groomed. His brown eyes were shaped like an almond, with his thick eyebrows, aligned by the perfect nose and thin lips. The bared chest, revealing his six packs muscular abs and his slightly tanned skin. 

The phone rang in the living room and he went out to get it. A bizarre expression appeared on his face and he was agitated.

"Xie Xi Yu had passed away 12 years ago? Are you sure of this?"

Jing Wen Xun felt like he had been stabbed hundreds in the heart. The hand holding the phone was trembling, and he unconsciously clenched a fist. 

He had just came back to C Country five days ago. Currently, he was back at the penthouse which he had once lived with his deceased parents years before he went to A Country. The housekeeping was done regularly, so it was all ready to live in. The first thing he did once he reached the country, he found an investigator to help him find the man with the name Xie Xi Yu. 

A person in his past memory who he had not once forgotten. Jing Wen Xun often finds himself craving to meet him but even he did not understood, why he did not have any intention to contact him, search for him in the previous long years. Perhaps he wanted to wait till he was older enough. He regretted it. Deeply. But it was too late.

"Send me all the files of the information that you found these few days. I'll check my email."

Jing Wen Xun placed the phone back on the desk. He squatted down at one corner, hugging his knees with his head drooping down. His mind was full of that person's shadow and his soft voice that gave him a sense of comfort every time he hears it. And his memory of 14 years ago resurfaced once more. 

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The young 12 years old Jing Wen Xun had lost his parents in a car accident when he was only 9. He then was taken in and was raised by his eccentric grandfather, and he was kind of affected by such a personality himself. As such, he was bullied in school, isolated by his classmates. One day, on the way home, he encountered a few bullies from his school. And a high school student wearing a dark purple blazer appeared and helped the young Jing Wen Xun. His voice was rather soft but the power of his words reigned in on them, making them unable to retort back.

"Shame on you. 5 against 1? And you still feel proud of it? Hah! And who gives you the rights to call him an orphan? Is that an appropriate behavior of a student at your age? I really want to see that smug look on your parents' face when they hears of this. Tell me your names, I'm going to report to your school."

The five bullies were shocked at his exclamation and they sprinted off immediately. The high school student turned towards Jing Wen Xun. His hand rubbed onto his head. It gave him a sort of warmth feeling.

"Kid, you're alright?"

"Yes, big brother. I'm already used to their bullying, so I'm fine."

"Don't feel used to this kind of thing. What's your name? And do you know their names?"

The high school student took out a notebook and a pen. He stared at Jing Wen Xun, waiting for his answer.

"I'm Jing Wen Xun. They're my classmates, so of course I know. But, I don't think there's a need to report to the school. They've already been scared off by you."

"Names?"

Jing Wen Xun jolted at one point. He drooped his head and timidly listed out their names. His lips puckered up like a pucker fish. The high school student's handphone rang, and he answered it.