"Then continue."
Mo Shisheng suppressed her displeasure and said in a light tone, "I have some thoughts in my mind."
"..."
Ming Beiya didn't want to continue talking about these unpleasant things, but what Mo Shisheng said next made him want to keep talking.
As long as Mo Shisheng can regain her memories, what does it matter even if the process isn't satisfactory?
After thinking for a moment, Ming Beiya told Mo Shisheng what happened next, which was the story after Mo Shisheng disappeared.
Seven more days passed while Mo Shisheng recuperated. She drank the tonic soup brewed by Qingluan every day, and her body gradually recovered. Although her complexion became rosier, there was still a faint bluish-gray under her eyes, indicating that she had not rested well.
For seven consecutive days, the only person Mo Shisheng came into contact with was Qingluan. Lingya and Ming Beiya did not appear in front of her again, which allowed her to relax and enjoy herself.
The weather was nice today; it was probably the first sun to shine in a month. Qingluan moved the soft couch into the sun, and Mo Shisheng gently lay down on it, covered with a cashmere blanket.
The winter sun has only a tiny bit of warmth; you can't feel any heat when it falls on your face.
Qingluan stood to the side, her lips slightly pursed, and knelt down beside the soft couch. "Shisheng, are you alright?"
During this period, Mo Shisheng became increasingly reluctant to speak, sometimes going a whole day without saying a word. Although she looked much better, Qingluan knew that she was keeping everything from others.
"fine."
Mo Shisheng gently curved the corners of her lips and raised her hand to rub her temples. "It's just that I've been having a lot of dreams at night lately."
"and you……"
"Um?"
Qingluan hesitated, then turned her head slightly to look at her. Her bright eyes were cold and clear, as if nothing could stir up a ripple in them.
"N-nothing..."
Seeing that Mo Shisheng's expression was normal, Qingluan gently shook her head, smiled, and said nothing more.
Such peaceful days did not last long. One night, Mo Shisheng felt the door being pushed open forcefully, but she was caught in a nightmare and could not wake up. She was covered in a cold sweat but did not realize it.
The man stood quietly in front of the bed, a wicked glint in his narrow eyes, and finally took Mo Shisheng away, blanket and all.
...
The next day.
Ming Beiya was in Lingya's room. It was unclear what they were talking about, but Lingya raised her hand to cover her mouth and chuckled softly. Although she didn't make a sound, the slight curve of her eyes showed that she was in a good mood.
The door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, catching Lingya slightly startled. Her smile froze on her lips. "Qingluan, what happened? Why are you in such a panic?"
Qingluan was panting heavily, her face filled with anxiety. "Master, Shisheng is missing!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the man by the bed suddenly got up. His figure was like a ghost, and his speed was astonishing. He disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Qingluan dared not delay and hurriedly followed after them.
The two people left in a hurry, one after the other, leaving Lingya alone in the room. She leaned against the bed, her eyes narrowed in contentment.
Missing?
That would be good; it would be best if they never came back.
Gradually, Lingya lowered her eyes slightly, concealing all the excitement in them, making it impossible to see her hypocritical side.
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