When Mo Shisheng returned, even Chi Hu, who was guarding the door, was stunned. "Goddess, you...you're not..."
Upon hearing this, Mo Shisheng glanced at Chi Hu indifferently and knew at a glance what he was thinking.
But she wasn't in the mood to talk to Chi Hu anymore, so she headed straight into the palace.
Zhuque had already changed Ming Beiya's clothes. Qingluan was not there; she must have been busy with other matters.
When Mo Shisheng entered, Zhuque was not as surprised as Chihu. Instead, he stepped aside and gave her his seat.
Mo Shisheng didn't think much of it. She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch the man's forehead, only to find that it was still terribly cold.
"I'll take my leave now. If the goddess needs anything, just call out to me."
As Suzaku turned to leave, he left those words behind and closed the door behind him.
Upon seeing Zhuque emerge, Chihu frowned slightly. "Why has the Goddess returned again?"
"Who would stay with you? He'll leave."
Zhuque glanced at Chihu lightly, "Put your heart back in your stomach. The feelings between the goddess and me are not so easily separated."
"Why is the goddess so reluctant to forgive you? Is it because of our different identities that we're going to waste time?"
Chi Hu's questions ran deeper. He had no right to ask Mo Shisheng these questions, but he just couldn't understand why feelings shouldn't follow one's truest heart.
"Red Tiger, keep your mouth shut."
Zhuque's voice carried a hint of sternness. He knew that Chihu was a man of principle and wouldn't ask such questions without thinking. He was just using this opportunity to let Mo Shisheng hear it.
Although Zhuque was also worried about the relationship between Ming Beiya and Mo Shisheng, this was not something that outsiders could interfere with!
Inside the palace, just a door away, Chi Hu and Zhu Que's words naturally reached Mo Shisheng's ears.
Mo Shisheng gently smiled, stood up from the bedside, untied her belt, took off her outer robe, lifted the quilt and got into bed, then gently nestled into Ming Beiya's arms.
Her mindset was the same; she did whatever made her happy, but she might have done the same if she hadn't regained her memories.
Unfortunately, that won't work now. She has memories of her past life. Although she is Mo Shisheng, she is also Bei Ya. This is not a topic that can be avoided by running away.
Mo Shisheng tried to warm Ming Beiya with her own body heat, but unexpectedly, Ming Beiya's body was as cold as ice, making her shiver involuntarily.
"Ming Beiya, if only you weren't a prince of the Demon Realm, and I weren't a goddess of the Divine Realm..."
Mo Shisheng sighed softly, "But I still hate you, hate what you did to me last time, it's something I can't let go of. But at the same time, I feel sorry for you... because you didn't do it on purpose, it's my fault for not noticing your strangeness sooner..."
"It's not your fault."
A male voice suddenly came from above, and Mo Shisheng's body stiffened abruptly.
The next second, the man raised his hand and pushed her away from his embrace slightly, his eyes seeming to be filled with thick ink that could not be dispersed.
She frowned slightly. "It's so cold. You're not well, so don't get too close."
"..."
Mo Shisheng remained silent, pursing her soft, red lips, and nestled into the man's arms once more.
Sensing that he was trying to push her away again, Mo Shisheng coldly said, "Ming Beiya, do you believe that if you push me away this time, you'll never have the chance to touch me again?"
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