Max Level Return—I'll Protect That Fragile One

The reader named ’Lotus’ is none other than Mo Yinshu herself.

To avoid the discovery of the letter’s existence, she deliberately disguised herself as a reader sending a letter to herself.

Mo Yinshu’s handwriting is thin and long like pine and cypress; it appears delicate, but the strokes are powerful.

She writes—

[Words like face-to-face.

Xingguang, when you read this letter, you must have already awakened, while I, fearfully, am in danger.

Lately, I have always had an uneasy feeling, as if I’m stumbling through fog, outside which a pair of eyes are watching me coldly.

Intuition tells me there is someone around me who wants to harm me.

I don’t know who that person is, nor do I know what I will experience, but mother is indeed anxious.

Mother doesn’t know if there will be a day when she can see you awaken, just in case, she can only write what she wants to say to you in this letter.

Xingguang, you will see many unintelligible things, please do not be shocked.

The world we live in is just a meticulously crafted false world, called the Mortal World. Outside the Mortal World, there is another powerful, mysterious Divine Martial Realm...]

Mo Yinshu, through a description stretching over two thousand words, revealed to Xu Xingguang the inside story of the Mortal World and the Divine Martial Realm that she knew.

In the latter part of the letter, she wrote: [When mother was young, because of her strong and stubborn personality, she had differences with your grandfather and left home for decades, never getting his forgiveness.

When I insisted on marrying your father back then, your grandfather scolded me over the phone for being foolish, saying I would eventually pay the price. Years later, I accidentally discovered that your father had been embezzling our assets to help another woman start a beauty salon, only then did I realize he was never loyal to me.

I regret it deeply in my heart, but it’s too late.

Xu Zeqing is not a good person, but your existence is my only solace in life.

Years ago, when your grandfather reached out to me again, informing me that you were the only ’Transformer’ among the many experimental subjects at their research institute to grow up smoothly without any changes, I knew you were unique.

Xingguang, if possible, mother would rather you be an ordinary person all your life, living an ordinary life.

But I can’t, and neither can you.

Stars never fall, hope never fades away, this is the meaning behind your grandfather naming you Xingguang.

You are the strongest weapon created by the Mortal World, your mission is to save the Mortal World, you are destined not to live an ordinary life.

Mother feels pain for you, but she can only heartlessly send you down this path of no return.

Spirit Undying is your superpower, you must guard this secret with your life, do not tell anyone!

Remember!

By the way, I found out a piece of news today, only to know that your senior sister Zhang Zhiyi had actually died of depression in the winter when she was 15 years old. Over the years, the woman whom I financially supported and whom called me her master, has a highly suspicious identity!

If you meet her, you must be wary!]

After reading this letter, Xu Xingguang was rather calm, as she already knew everything that Mo Yinshu wrote about.

She burned the letter, locked up the attic, and went downstairs to the master bedroom. Huo Wen’an had already finished showering, and his hair was half dry. Seeing her return to the room, his expression was normal, but his pace was much slower than usual, and Huo Wen’an knew she was contemplating something.

He didn’t ask what she was thinking about, Huo Wen’an turned directly back to the room and filled it with hot water.

Xu Xingguang entered the bathroom and suddenly hugged Huo Wen’an from behind.

Huo Wen’an didn’t dare to move.

Xu Xingguang buried her head in his back bathrobe, and said somewhat tiredly, "Please wash my hair."

Huo Wen’an was a little stunned.

He stared at the bathtub, his throat rolling slightly before asking, "In the bathtub?"

"Yes."

"... Okay."

Huo Wen’an first walked out of the bathroom. After Xu Xingguang had tidied up and got into the bathtub, he then came back in.

Xu Xingguang was completely undressed; she lay in the bathtub, with a white bath towel covering her delicate body, leaning against the neck pillow, and her physique was not overly exposed.

Huo Wen’an breathed a sigh of relief, used his foot to hook over a stool to sit down, and picked up the shower to wash her hair.

"Wash slowly, I am thinking about things."

"Okay."

Huo Wen’an washed her hair wholeheartedly, and when he was washing it for the second time, he heard Xu Xingguang say, "The real Zhang Zhiyi had died of depression in the winter when she was 15 years old."

The motion of massaging her head paused momentarily, quickly resumed.

Huo Wen’an said, "So now the City Lord’s Wife is an imposter."

"Yes."

Xu Xingguang had her hands on her abdomen, lightly tapping with her fingertips, she said, "When I just awoke last year, she visited me in the hospital and revealed the doubts surrounding my mother’s death. And she apologized to me for not being able to stop Jiang Heng from harming me."