"We have no grudge."
Qingluan gave a nonchalant reply and said to Ming Beiya, "My lord, I shall take my leave now."
"Um."
"Wait!"
Ming Beiya had already dismissed Qingluan, but Ling Qi wouldn't give up. Her brows were furrowed tightly, and her face always had a sickly pallor. "Qingluan, as your subordinate, can't you see that Ming Beiya's face is injured?"
Upon hearing this, Qingluan immediately looked up and discovered that there really was a handprint on his face, and Lingqi also had a similar one on her face.
The only one capable of taking action against Ming Beiya is probably Mo Shisheng. Qingluan understood this perfectly, but she remained silent, standing there quietly.
"If you have something to do, then go downstairs."
Ming Beiya glanced at Qingluan indifferently and said softly.
"yes."
Qingluan was eager to leave immediately, and after receiving permission, she turned and left without any hesitation.
Seeing that Ming Beiya let Qingluan leave just like that, Ling Qi said with dissatisfaction, "Why did you let her go? You still need to apply medicine to your face."
"I can do it myself."
Ming Beiya didn't say much. He carried Ling Qi towards the villa. When he saw her to the door, he gently put her on the ground and said, "Go and get some sleep. We'll have someone bring you some medicine later."
"Aren't you coming with me?"
Sensing the implication in Ming Beiya's words, Ling Qi quickly reached out and grabbed his sleeve. "This is a completely unfamiliar place for me. You made me sleep alone last night, are you going to make me sleep alone again today?"
Upon hearing this, Ming Beiya remained silent, instead staring intently at her with his dark, jade-like eyes.
Under that gaze, Ling Qi flinched slightly, her grip on Ming Beiya's sleeve loosening a little. "I..."
Go to sleep.
After finishing, Ming Beiya turned and left, his back view long and aloof.
Watching his departing figure, Ling Qi was angry, but there was nothing she could do. After returning to her room, she slammed the door shut, making a loud noise to express her dissatisfaction.
On the other side.
After returning upstairs with Mu Qingcheng, Mo Shisheng leaned gently against the wall. Her hands were still slightly numb. She clenched them slightly and then opened them to look at them.
My palms were bright red and burning hot.
Mu Qingcheng saw this, frowned, and walked to the side, rummaging through drawers and cabinets. "Don't move yet. You used too much force just now. Didn't you see how red your hands are?"
"He must be in a lot of pain."
Mo Shisheng lowered her eyes slightly, put her hand back, sighed softly, and said with a hint of helplessness, "Qingcheng, I want to give myself a chance to take the initiative, but it won't be long."
"liquor"
Mu Qingcheng paused slightly in her search, then continued rummaging through the cabinet. After taking out a porcelain vase, she pulled Mo Shisheng to the table and sat down. "What do you want to do?" she asked.
"I'll give myself thirty days. I'll live in the Demon Realm during these thirty days. If he's still like this after thirty days, I'll let go."
Mo Shisheng gently curled her lips, her smile tinged with a pale and powerless quality.
After hearing Mo Shisheng's thoughts, Mu Qingcheng remained silent. She knew that this was Mo Shisheng's last chance for herself, and also Ming Beiya's last chance.
If Ming Beiya still can't change his mind within these thirty years, she will give up on this relationship completely.
After thinking for a moment, Mu Qingcheng frowned slightly, took the ointment and wiped it on Mo Shisheng's palm, "Jiu, as long as you make a decision, I will definitely support you."
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