Mo Shisheng suddenly froze when a cool sensation landed on the back of her hand, her gaze slowly falling on the back of her hand.
Is it raining...?
Then, as another drop of cold liquid fell onto the back of her hand, she stiffly raised her hand to touch her eyes, which were wet...
This was the first time Mo Shisheng could remember she had shed tears. She had initially thought it was raining, but who knew it was actually her own tears?
She blinked gently, her long eyelashes slightly damp, but her face remained dry.
Because Mo Shisheng had her head down, her tears did not slide down her cheeks.
Perhaps because I had been crying, my vision cleared up after the initial blurriness...
A man sat down beside her; his tall, slender figure was almost identical to Ming Beiya's, but he lacked the sense of security that Ming Beiya had given her.
"If he dies, won't I still be there?"
Ming Qiancheng's tone was roguish, and a wicked smile bloomed on his lips, "Mo Shisheng, don't take feelings too seriously."
"..."
Mo Shisheng didn't want to pay any attention to Ming Qiancheng. She simply folded the letter in her hand and put it into her storage ring. This was the third letter that Ming Beiya had left for her...
It was a letter she absolutely did not want to receive.
“My birth time is only slightly different from his, not much before or after. Mo Shisheng, you should have been mine, but he beat me to it and we met first.”
Just as Mo Shisheng shed tears, Ming Qiancheng appeared, but he was too far away to see him clearly.
It wasn't until this moment that Ming Qiancheng noticed Mo Shisheng's exceptionally bright and clear eyes, realizing that what he had just seen wasn't his imagination.
"roll."
Mo Shisheng finally spoke, but it was only one word: "Get out."
She turned her head coldly to look at Ming Qiancheng, and was stunned for a moment when she saw Ming Qiancheng's eyes, which were exactly the same as Ming Beiya's.
Seeing this, a cold glint appeared in Ming Qiancheng's eyes. He lowered his gaze slightly, a hint of mockery on his thin lips. "Mo Shisheng, he is him and I am me. Don't look into my eyes and think of him."
These words snapped Mo Shisheng back to her senses. She frowned slightly, looked away, and turned her head to the side. "Did you come here to see him make a fool of himself or to show off?"
"Is this how you see me?"
Hearing Mo Shisheng's words, Ming Qiancheng's smile deepened. "Despicable, shameless, and cunning, is that it?"
"Isn't that so?"
Mo Shisheng scoffed, "If you're here to show off, you're probably a bit too early."
"I just wanted to come here so you could get to know me beforehand, since you'll be mine sooner or later."
Ignoring the dissatisfaction in Mo Shisheng's tone, Ming Qiancheng's gaze fell on Mo Shisheng, "Do you know the function of your Demon Eyes?"
"What's it to you?"
Mo Shisheng stared coldly at Ming Qiancheng, "Ming Qiancheng, even if I had met you first, I would never have wanted to get close to you."
“Nothing is absolute, Mo Shisheng. Don’t be too sure of yourself. After all, you don’t know me well enough yet.” Ming Qiancheng chuckled, seemingly finding it particularly amusing to see Mo Shisheng get angry.
“Your mother’s affairs have nothing to do with Ming Beiya. He is your blood brother. You are mocking and ridiculing him at this time. You are not worthy to be compared with him.”
Mo Shisheng had never spoken so harshly before, but now that Ming Beiya had disappeared without a word, leaving only a letter, it was truly impossible for Mo Shisheng to remain calm.
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