It snowed again last night, and the footprints were covered by the silvery white snow once more.
As I stepped out of the courtyard, I ran into Lingya, who was also dressed in a different outfit today. The cloak she wore was very similar to Mo Shisheng's.
When Lingya saw Mo Shisheng, her eyes lit up slightly, her face turned an unnatural pale, as if she were excited, and her cheeks flushed slightly.
"Bei...Shi Sheng, you're awake?"
She originally wanted to call out to Bei Ya, but when she saw the man's brows furrow slightly, she immediately changed her mind.
Mo Shisheng glanced at Lingya indifferently, assuming she was trying to call out to Ming Beiya. She disliked Lingya from the bottom of her heart and wouldn't give her a friendly look.
Without even glancing at Lingya, Mo Shisheng lowered her eyes slightly, leaned gently against Ming Beiya's chest, and remained silent.
Seeing this, Lingya pursed her lips slightly, but quickly regained her composure and smiled gently, "Shisheng, are you hungry?"
"I don't know you well, please call me Miss Mo."
Hearing Lingya calling her name repeatedly, Mo Shisheng frowned slightly, raised her eyes slightly, and glanced at Lingya with a cold light in them.
"I……"
Lingya's gaze instinctively turned to Ming Beiya, "Brother Beiya, Shi Sheng, she..."
"Listen to her."
Ming Beiya glanced at Lingya and noticed that she was dressed warmly today. His expression softened. "Go inside. It's too cold outside."
Lingya nodded obediently and followed behind them without saying another word.
Although Lingya had tried her best to minimize her presence, Mo Shisheng still felt as if a huge stone was lodged in her chest, making her uncomfortable.
Especially when she saw that Lingya's cloak was extremely similar to her own, Mo Shisheng endured her discomfort and took off the cloak from her shoulders and threw it on the ground.
A white cloak fell onto the silvery snow. Ming Beiya paused, his brows furrowing slightly. "Asheng."
"..."
Upon hearing this, Mo Shisheng gently turned her head away, unwilling to acknowledge him. She refused to say a word, leaning against his chest with her eyes closed.
The cloak landed right in front of Lingya. She paused for a moment, then knelt down to pick it up. She walked over to Mo Shisheng and handed it to her, saying, "Miss Mo, you're frail, you shouldn't..."
"Stay away from me."
Mo Shisheng suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze icy cold as she swept her gaze across Lingya.
"Ah Sheng!"
Ming Beiya's tone softened, "Lingya is doing this for your own good."
"unnecessary."
If Ming Beiya hadn't said those words, she probably wouldn't have been angry. But Ming Beiya had to say them anyway.
Mo Shisheng coldly said, "Put me down."
What's wrong with you now?
Ming Beiya was a little confused about what was wrong with Mo Shisheng. She was in a good mood when she left the house, so why was she like this now?
"I'll put myself down."
Mo Shisheng raised her hand and shoved Ming Beiya's shoulder, fidgeting and trying to get down and walk on her own, but the man held her waist tightly, preventing her from moving.
“You can’t walk now, Ah Sheng, be good.” Ming Beiya raised his hand and gently touched the girl’s soft hair, as if afraid of frightening the girl in his arms.
Lingya stood quietly to the side, saying nothing, clutching the cloak that Mo Shisheng had thrown away. Even after Ming Beiya had carried Mo Shisheng away, no one noticed she was still standing there.
She glanced lightly at the cloak in her hand, then slowly loosened her grip, letting the cloak fall onto the snow.
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