But now it's different. Mo Shisheng has no memory and no emotional burden. Although she lives a carefree life, it makes Ming Beiya even more upset.
She was like a heartless doll, existing without understanding why she lived. Her eyes were cold and devoid of any warmth.
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Ming Beiya would rather Mo Shisheng hit or scold him than see her so cold towards him.
When Mo Shisheng was such a stranger to him, he couldn't help but hug the girl in his arms even tighter, as if he wanted to meld her into his body and make her one with his own blood and bones.
Ming Beiya used too much force, and Mo Shisheng felt her bones aching from being squeezed. She spoke calmly, "Is it because Lingya wasn't by your side to satisfy you that you came to the Divine Realm?"
"Ah Sheng!"
The man let out a low growl, filled with restraint and helplessness. He couldn't bear to yell at her after all. The strength in his hand gradually loosened, and he reached out a warm, dry hand to gently cup the girl's delicate face. Her features were becoming more and more stunning, captivating anyone with just one glance.
Ming Beiya leaned down, and Mo Shisheng realized what he wanted to do. She turned her head slightly, but the man cupped her face, not allowing her to move away.
His thin lips, slightly cool, landed on the girl's brow. The kiss was pure and sincere, devoid of any impropriety.
Despite the slightly cool temperature, Mo Shisheng felt as if a branding iron had been placed on her brow, the temperature shockingly hot.
"Ah Sheng, I miss you so much."
Before this, Ming Beiya would never have been able to say these words, but at this moment, he finally couldn't hold back.
He gently pulled the girl's soft body into his arms, his strength strong and domineering, yet carefully controlled so as not to choke her.
As the man spoke, his warm breath brushed against the girl's ear, sending a tingling sensation through her. She couldn't help but lower her gaze, her eyes still cold and indifferent. "Ming Beiya, we can't be together."
Upon hearing this, Ming Beiya stiffened slightly. In fact, he knew that Mo Shisheng should have said these words the very night she regained her memories.
But she didn't say anything that night, so he held onto a sliver of hope that Mo Shisheng might not say such a thing, and that he still had a chance.
What are you still hoping for deep down?
Mo Shisheng spoke calmly, "You personally caused my soul to be scattered. All my misfortunes afterward stem from you. Ming Beiya, I am a goddess of the Divine Realm, and you are a princess of the Demon Realm. Our relationship should have been one of irreconcilable conflict. What are you still hoping for?"
"..."
These words caused a slight dimming in Ming Beiya's narrow eyes. He gave a self-deprecating smile. The events of a thousand years ago had indeed happened, and it was indeed he who had personally caused Mo Shisheng's soul to be scattered.
but……
Well, what's done is done. Everyone only cares about the outcome; who cares about the "but"?
Ming Beiya's stiff body slowly relaxed a little. The poison in his body became more and more serious with each attack. He looked tired and gently buried his beautiful face in the girl's neck.
Pulling his thoughts back, Ming Beiya gently adjusted the girl's sleeping position. When his gaze fell on her, all he felt was doting affection and tenderness.
He smiled slightly, slowly leaned down, and pressed his thin lips against the girl's delicate skin. "Ah Sheng, I won't let you leave me."
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