These words, spoken softly like a gentle breeze, caused Ming Beiya's body to stiffen violently when they reached his ears.
His narrow eyes were fixed on Mo Shisheng, and a few words were squeezed out from between his teeth, "Asheng, what are you saying?"
The man's pupils were bloodshot, his stunningly handsome face was covered with a gloomy expression, and his tone was even colder.
Mo Shisheng narrowed her shimmering eyes slightly, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "I'm sleepy."
"..."
While Ming Beiya was still thinking, Mo Shisheng gently closed her eyes, turned her head slightly to the other side, and looked as if she did not want to be disturbed anymore.
Seeing this, Ming Beiya felt a sharp pain in his heart. He didn't understand why Mo Shisheng would suddenly distance herself from him so drastically. His gaze fell on the crimson mark on the girl's left cheek.
The flower shape is gradually emerging, and the red spider lily is beginning to take shape.
The red spider lily, also known as the flower of the other shore, grows on both sides of the path of reincarnation in the underworld. Its leaves grow before the flowers bloom, and its flowers bloom after the leaves have withered. The flowers and leaves never meet in life after life.
Ming Beiya didn't know how to explain the existence of Lingya to Mo Shisheng. He could only wait for Mo Shisheng to regain her memories so that she would know everything. Any further explanation from him would be futile.
He stood by the bed for a long time, quietly looking at the girl's delicate and fair face. Finally, he gently looked away and stepped out.
The door closed almost silently, but the moment it was shut, Mo Shisheng slowly opened her eyes.
Her gaze drifted indifferently to the direction above her head. She stood up, barefoot, and followed him out. As she opened the door, she saw the man's figure disappear around a corner. Her heart grew cold and sank...
There was only one room there, so Ming Beiya only went there to visit Lingya.
She didn't know how long she had been standing there; in any case, when she lifted her feet, they were completely numb from the cold.
Mo Shisheng returned to the bed, rested her cold face on her knees, her pupils seemed unfocused, and her gaze seemed to fall nowhere.
*
Seven more days passed. Mo Shisheng drank the tonic soup brewed by Qingluan every day, and her body gradually recovered a lot. Although her complexion was a little rosier, there was a faint bluish-gray under her eyes, which clearly showed that she had not rested well.
For seven consecutive days, the only person Mo Shisheng came into contact with was Qingluan. Lingya and Ming Beiya did not appear in front of her again, which allowed her to relax and enjoy herself.
The weather was nice today; it was probably the first sun to shine in a month. Qingluan moved the soft couch into the sun, and Mo Shisheng gently lay down on it, covered with a cashmere blanket.
The winter sun has only a tiny bit of warmth; you can't feel any heat when it falls on your face.
Qingluan stood to the side, her lips slightly pursed, and knelt down beside the soft couch. "Shisheng, are you alright?"
During this period, Mo Shisheng became increasingly reluctant to speak, sometimes not uttering a single word. Although her complexion appeared much better, Qingluan knew that she was keeping everything from others.
"fine."
Mo Shisheng gently curled the corners of her lips and raised her hand to rub her temples. "It's just that I've been having a lot of dreams at night lately."
"and you……"
"Um?"
Qingluan hesitated, then turned her head slightly to look at her. Her bright eyes were cold and clear, as if nothing could stir up a ripple in them.
"N-nothing..."
Seeing that Mo Shisheng's expression was normal, Qingluan gently shook her head, smiled, and said nothing more.
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