Before Ming Beiya could continue blaming himself, Xie said, "Sheng Sheng seems eager to know what happened in the past."
"..."
That's right, Ming Beiya also noticed this, ever since Mo Shisheng began to show signs of regaining her memories...
Does that mean that Mo Shisheng's coma is inextricably linked to this incident?
"Evil, continue."
Ming Beiya suddenly realized what was happening and spoke up.
Xie nodded, understanding Ming Beiya's sudden meaning.
*
Peony was still in shock and hadn't recovered yet. Although she was still worried about Qi Muxiao, she felt relieved after seeing Mo Shisheng enter the palace.
She didn't know why, but she just felt that Mo Shisheng could definitely comfort Qi Muxiao... It was a kind of mysterious trust.
Mo Shisheng stepped into the palace, where Qi Muxiao was sitting on the bed, still wearing the same clothes as yesterday.
Her face was pale, with tear stains on her cheeks, and she looked haggard and disheveled.
Seeing Qi Muxiao like this made Mo Shisheng frown. She walked a few steps to the bedside and sat down, asking gently, "What happened last night?"
"..."
Upon hearing Mo Shisheng's voice, Qi Muxiao mechanically turned her head, tears suddenly welling up in her dry eyes. She suddenly lunged forward and hugged Mo Shisheng tightly, sobbing softly.
Mo Shisheng seemed not to have expected Qi Muxiao to suddenly hug her and cry. Her appearance, gentle concern and comfort were like the last straw that broke the camel's back.
A faint chill flashed in Mo Shisheng's eyes as he gently placed his hand on Qi Muxiao's back, stroking it softly.
Qi Muxiao cried even harder, gasping for breath, "How...how could he do this...how could he...treat me like this...Waaah...I'm so sad...what should I do..."
Despite the intermittent words, Mo Shisheng still managed to hear them clearly.
The "he" that Qi Muxiao was referring to must be Nan Chen; there is no one else.
Could it be that he defiled Qi Muxiao?
Her gaze fell lightly on Qi Muxiao's exposed neck, which was fair and tender without any marks. Moreover, Qi Muxiao's clothes hadn't been changed, so nothing like that had happened.
Seeing Qi Muxiao crying so sadly, Mo Shisheng couldn't bring himself to ask her anything. He could only gently comfort her and try to calm her down.
Finally, after crying herself to exhaustion, Qi Muxiao leaned limply against Mo Shisheng's chest, her eyes red and swollen.
"If you're willing to talk, I'll listen quietly; if you're not willing to talk, no one can force you."
Mo Shisheng raised her hand and touched Qi Muxiao's hair. Even with Jiang Ge and Jiang Yao, they rarely had such an intimate gesture.
Although Qi Muxiao was older than her, Mo Shisheng had lived two lifetimes, and in her heart, Qi Muxiao was no different from a little girl.
She was comforting Qi Muxiao, just like an older sister taking care of her younger sister.
Qi Muxiao probably never imagined that one day she would burst into tears in Mo Shisheng's arms, and in the end Mo Shisheng would comfort her.
Hearing Mo Shisheng's words, Qi Muxiao's eyes reddened again, "The Second Prince... he forced me..."
Did I kiss you?
Mo Shisheng asked tactfully because when she looked down, she saw that Qi Muxiao's lips were slightly chapped, just like the cuts she herself had.
She guessed that Nan Chen had kissed her forcefully, and she felt disgusted, which was why she kept rubbing her lips together.
"..."
Qi Muxiao nodded, choked up and unable to speak, her little face looking pitiful from crying.
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