However, Ming Beiya hadn't expected that Mo Shisheng would wake up after he left. His brows furrowed slightly, and a deep, dark look filled his eyes, as if burdened by an unyielding sorrow. Realizing that Mo Shisheng had been unconscious since yesterday and had only just awakened, he knew how severe her injuries had been… injuries that even Mo Shisheng couldn't bear…
How is she?
After thinking for a long time, Ming Beiya still couldn't help but ask.
"How is Shi Sheng doing? Does the master still care about her now?"
Qingluan knew her own identity and that she was just a subordinate. Speaking to Ming Beiya like this was already a major taboo, but she just wanted to voice her inner doubts.
"..."
Ming Beiya did not answer, but his cold gaze fell on Qingluan, revealing a hint of displeasure.
“I know nothing about what happened to Shi Sheng yesterday, but you were there, weren’t you, sir? Even if you have no memory of Shi Sheng at all, can you bear to see her hurt? She is the person you once risked your life to protect.”
Qingluan's brows furrowed tightly, her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her eyes fixed on Ming Beiya with a stubborn light. "Master, I went to see Shisheng this morning. She was in good condition then, just a little pale. But while she was changing her clothes, she fainted again, lifeless, as if she were completely dead! Master, think about it, if Shisheng really died, would you be sad?"
Having said all that, Qingluan didn't need to say anything more; these words alone were enough for Ming Beiya to ponder deeply.
She took a few deep breaths to compose herself, bowed, and said, "This subordinate will take her leave now."
After saying that, Qingluan turned and left, leaving Ming Beiya standing alone outside the courtyard of the bedroom, his mind filled with what Qingluan had just said.
If Mo Shisheng really dies, will he be sad?
Ming Beiya asked himself this question in his heart, trying to imagine the scene of Mo Shisheng's death, covered in blood, lifeless, on the verge of death...
In that instant, Ming Beiya felt as if his heart had been squeezed tightly, the pain making it hard for him to breathe.
It hurts so much...
If Mo Shisheng really died, wouldn't he be sad?
A glint flashed in Ming Beiya's eyes as he turned and entered the bedchamber, his thin, crimson lips pressed together.
*
After Mo Shisheng woke up, Lingxue sat by the bed, staring intently at her, not daring to blink.
Noticing Lingxue's exaggerated movements, Mo Shisheng couldn't help but twitch his lips slightly, "Lingxue, aren't your eyes sore?"
"Not sour!"
Lingxue shook her head and continued to stare at Mo Shisheng, stubbornly refusing to blink or look away.
"..."
Upon receiving Lingxue's reply, Mo Shisheng raised an eyebrow and suddenly waved his hand in front of Lingxue, startling her so much that she blinked and withdrew her hand.
"Shi Sheng! What are you doing! Do you know how terrified I am that something will happen to you again in the blink of an eye!"
Startled, Lingxue looked anxious, her voice trembling as if she were about to cry.
Seeing Lingxue's reaction, Mo Shisheng was startled. She only wanted Lingxue to blink and rest, but it had unexpectedly triggered such agitation. Mo Shisheng didn't know how to comfort her and was momentarily at a loss, her eyes filled with frustration.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
