"Ah Sheng, I miss you so much."
Before this, Ming Beiya would never have uttered these words, but at this moment, he finally couldn't hold back anymore.
He gently pulled the girl's soft body into his arms, his strength strong and domineering, yet carefully controlled so as not to choke her.
As the man spoke, his breath warmed the girl's ear, sending a tingling sensation through her. She couldn't help but lower her eyes, her gaze still cold and indifferent. "Ming Beiya, we can't be together."
Upon hearing this, Ming Beiya stiffened slightly. In fact, he knew that Mo Shisheng should have said these words the very night she regained her memories.
But she didn't that night, so he held onto a sliver of hope that Mo Shisheng might not say such a thing, and that he still had a chance.
What are you still hoping for deep down?
Mo Shisheng spoke calmly, "You personally caused my soul to be scattered. All my misfortunes afterward stem from you. Ming Beiya, I am a goddess of the Divine Realm, and you are a prince of the Demon Realm. Our relationship should have been one of irreconcilable conflict. What are you still hoping for?"
"..."
These words caused a slight dimming in Ming Beiya's narrow eyes. He gave a self-deprecating smile. The events of a thousand years ago had indeed happened, and it was indeed he who had personally caused Mo Shisheng's soul to be scattered.
but……
Well, what's done is done. Everyone only cares about the outcome; who cares about the "but"?
Ming Beiya's stiff body slowly relaxed a little. The poison in his body became more and more serious with each attack. He looked tired and gently buried his beautiful face in the girl's neck.
His thin lips pressed against the girl's delicate skin. "Ah Sheng, I won't let you leave me."
"..."
Upon hearing this, Mo Shisheng's eyes remained calm. "Why bother?"
"..."
Ming Beiya remained in that position without moving or speaking. Mo Shisheng couldn't help but frown. Because the man was holding her so tightly, she could only raise her hand and go around to his back to pat him.
"Mingbei Fang?"
"..."
There has still been no response.
Mo Shisheng's eye twitched slightly. "Asleep?"
"..."
There has still been no response.
Realizing that Ming Beiya truly wasn't reacting at all, Mo Shisheng stopped patting him. With the snow so heavy and the weather so cold, how could he possibly fall asleep hugging himself? Was he stupid?
Unable to wake Ming Beiya, Mo Shisheng simply focused her attention on the heavy snow. The goose-feather snowflakes fell in a flurry, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene.
After a long while, a weak voice suddenly rang in her mind, "Sheng Sheng".
"evil?"
When Mo Shisheng came to her senses, all she could see in her mind was a cloud of white mist. She couldn't make out Xie's appearance at all, and even his voice was somewhat indistinct.
"I've broken through to the seventh level, and now I have my own host body."
Xie seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, his voice filled with unmistakable exhaustion.
"You should rest first; you sound very tired."
Mo Shisheng spoke softly, "After you've recovered, you can..."
“Sheng Sheng”.
This time, the voice didn't come from her mind, but traveled through the air to Mo Shisheng's ears.
She paused for a moment, then looked up and saw Xie standing in the snow, dressed in a blue robe. His eyes were clear and blue, and his breath was weak. When he saw Mo Shisheng looking over, he smiled a charming smile and said, "Long time no see."
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