When Xie noticed that Ming Beiya's gaze had suddenly fallen on him, he was slightly taken aback and somewhat confused.
Why did you stop?
Ming Beiya's tone carried a slight displeasure, with a hint of impatience.
"..."
Xie was momentarily stunned, his brows furrowing slightly, a hint of confusion on his handsome face. "What?"
"Let's continue from where we left off."
Impatience gradually became apparent in Ming Beiya's dark eyes.
"..."
Xie finally realized what was happening, nodded, and continued recounting what had happened back then.
*
Nan Xiao's reaction at the time made Nan Chen feel as if he had punched cotton, without feeling anything at all, and instead made him feel frustrated.
Watching Nan Xiao's retreating figure, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he chuckled, "Nan Xiao, I'd like to see just how much you can endure."
After Nan Chen left, his figure disappeared into the winter night, vanishing without a trace and blending into the darkness.
...
The next day.
Mo Shisheng was startled awake by the sound of the door being pushed open. A hint of impatience lingered in her eyes, and her morning grumpiness was particularly pronounced as she coldly glanced at the uninvited guest. "Do you want to die?"
"Tsk, such a temper?"
With a playful smile on his lips, Nan Chen approached and sat down on the edge of the bed. He reached out to touch Mo Shisheng's face, but then raised his hand slightly, and the tip of the dagger was pointed at the man's hand.
Seeing this, Nan Chen slowly withdrew his hand. "You are the woman that Ming Qiancheng entrusted me to take care of. How could I possibly harm you?"
"Do you two both have a habit of daydreaming?"
Mo Shisheng glanced at Nan Chen indifferently, "To arrest me and alarm three countries and even the Prime Minister of Mingqian, you really have some influence."
Nan Chen smiled but remained silent in the face of Mo Shisheng's sarcasm, saying, "A banquet is being held tonight; distinguished guests will be attending."
Dinner?
Distinguished guest?
What does it have to do with her?
Mo Shisheng, who had no interest in these things, gently closed her eyes, her expression indifferent.
Nan Chen didn't have the habit of talking to himself, so he got up and left. After the door closed, Mo Shisheng, who was lying on the bed, opened her eyes.
My sweet dreams were disturbed early in the morning, and I can't fall back asleep no matter what I do.
Thinking of Qi Muxiao, Mo Shisheng got up to wash up, but the door was knocked on from the outside again.
"Enter."
After Mo Shisheng agreed, the door was pushed open, and a group of maids filed in, each carrying an exquisite tray covered with luxurious clothes.
Thick and beautiful.
After all the clothes were hung in the wardrobe, a maidservant walked up to Mo Shisheng and curtsied. "These were all sent by His Highness the Crown Prince. The items have been delivered, so I will take my leave now."
"Um."
Mo Shisheng nodded slightly. The weather outside was terribly cold, with no blue sky or white clouds, only a dark, oppressive expanse.
It seems like the temperature has dropped again today; even her feet are freezing.
Mo Shisheng changed into a thick, plain white dress, which warmed her up considerably, but she still felt icy cold.
In winter, her hands and feet get icy cold, and no matter how much she tries to warm them up, they never get warm.
Stepping out the door, Mo Shisheng looked up at the sky and said calmly, "It should snow."
It's going to snow.
A wicked voice suddenly rang in Mo Shisheng's mind, "Shengsheng, you've been in a coma in the Southern Kingdom for almost a month."
"A month?"
Mo Shisheng really didn't know that she had been unconscious for so long. No wonder she had no strength at all when she woke up.
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