Seeing the cloak fall to the snow, Lingya withdrew her gaze and followed behind Ming Beiya and the others.
Mo Shisheng's inner dress had rather large sleeves, and when she took off her cloak, Lingya saw the bluish-purple marks on her arms.
Although Lingya hadn't experienced these things, she wasn't stupid and could still tell why they were left behind.
Beiya, you shouldn't have come back in the first place. Now you've taken the place that originally belonged to her. You really deserve to die.
A faint glimmer of light flashed in Lingya's eyes, gone in an instant, too fast to be caught.
Didn't she lose her memory?
She will try to help her remember that memory, a memory that is truly unforgettable. Beiya, how could you forget it?
*
Mo Shisheng threw away her cloak, and Ming Beiya, worried that she would catch a cold, put his black cloak on the girl.
The man's large cloak draped over the girl's delicate body, making her face appear even more charming and endearing.
Ming Beiya thought Mo Shisheng would throw his cloak away as well, but she didn't. He raised an eyebrow in surprise, "Sheng, you don't like that cloak?"
Upon hearing this, the girl lazily opened her eyes, her gaze indifferent. "I never like using the same things as others."
"Same?"
A hint of confusion flashed in Ming Beiya's dark, jade-like eyes, then he remembered that Lingya's cloak also seemed to be white.
He immediately understood what Mo Shisheng meant, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. "Shall I make you a cloak myself?"
"good."
Mo Shisheng didn't mince words and readily agreed, "I only want something unique, Ming Beiya, can you make that?"
"I will only make one, and give it to Ah Sheng."
Ming Beiya raised his hand and ruffled Mo Shisheng's hair, then held her as they sat down at the long table. Qingluan immediately ladled out a bowl of rice porridge and handed it to them.
The man gently scooped up a spoonful and brought it to his lips, finding the temperature just right. Then he brought it to the girl's lips, saying, "It's not hot."
Mo Shisheng gently opened her mouth and swallowed it. It was soft, sweet, and melted in her mouth, with a very good texture.
Ming Beiya fed him very slowly, which aroused Mo Shisheng's extreme dissatisfaction. She gently bit her lower lip and said, "Ming Beiya, hurry up."
Upon hearing this, the man's lips curled into a wicked smile. He gently leaned close to Mo Shisheng's ear and whispered something, causing two blushes to rise on the girl's cheeks. Her beautiful eyes seemed to hold a pool of spring water, making her breathtakingly beautiful.
When Lingya walked in, she saw this scene. Her expression was normal, and there was a faint smile on her lips. She walked gently to the opposite side of Mo Shisheng and sat down. She looked at Qingluan and said, "Please serve me a bowl of rice porridge too."
"yes."
Qingluan nodded, but was stopped by a look from Ming Beiya when she picked up the bowl.
"Serve the rest to Lingya, and leave the rice porridge for Asheng."
Ming Beiya spoke calmly. This was something he had just promised Mo Shisheng. He had finally managed to coax Mo Shisheng into eating something, but if he offended her again, she probably wouldn't even eat anymore.
Seemingly surprised that Ming Beiya would bring this up, Lingya's face stiffened slightly. "Brother Beiya, I..."
"Eat something else."
Ming Beiya uttered only these three words, and then continued to feed the girl in his arms.
Although he didn't know why Mo Shisheng hated Lingya now, Ming Beiya attributed it all to Mo Shisheng's amnesia.
After all, Lingya was Mo Shisheng's best friend in the past.
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