"Who let you in?"
Mo Shisheng's gaze turned cold, as if it had been tempered with ice, as she glanced at Lingya. For some reason, she disliked this woman from the bottom of her heart.
No matter how harmless Lingya may seem on the surface, Mo Shisheng always felt that she was definitely not as simple as she appeared.
"I heard from Brother Beiya that you have amnesia, and I've been wanting to come see you, but I knocked on the door just now and no one answered. I'm very weak, and it's freezing outside, so I had no choice but to push the door open and wait for you. Miss Mo is so understanding, I'm sure you won't mind, right?"
Lingya has a beautiful face, like a flower carefully nurtured in a greenhouse. She is gentle and delicate, which makes men feel a protective instinct towards her.
But Mo Shisheng wasn't a man, so she naturally understood the meaning behind Lingya's words.
She first praised herself for being understanding, implying that if she were to argue with him, she would be being overly aggressive.
That's quite a high level.
But who is Mo Shisheng?
She's someone who isn't bound by worldly conventions.
Flattery and compliments were a complete burden to her.
Mo Shisheng glanced at Lingya indifferently, "What if I mind?"
Lingya, who thought she had figured out Mo Shisheng's temperament, couldn't help but stiffen slightly upon hearing this. She smiled gently and said, "If Miss Mo minds, you may make a request. I will do my best to fulfill it."
"Is that so?"
Mo Shisheng lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, seemingly very seriously considering what request to make. Suddenly, she raised her eyes, a smile appearing on her delicate lips, "I've thought of a request."
Her shimmering peach blossom eyes were crystal clear, and her features were exquisitely beautiful, like a flower bud about to bloom, exuding a faint fragrance. A single smile from her was enough to make one almost lose control.
Lingya lowered her eyes slightly, looking like she was about to be bullied. "Please speak, Miss Mo."
"From where you are standing now."
Mo Shisheng stretched out her delicate little hand and pointed towards the door, "Get out."
Seeing that Mo Shisheng hadn't expected her to make this request, Lingya's face paled even more, and her hands, hidden in her sleeves, clenched slightly. Her gaze fell on the doorway, where the silvery snow on the ground seemed to sting her eyes.
...
"laugh--"
The silvery-white ground turned crimson as the flesh was torn open and blood gushed out.
Lingya looked down in disbelief and found that her heart had been pierced by a fair and delicate arm.
She slightly raised her eyes and met Mo Shisheng's gaze.
Mo Shisheng's eyes were cold and devoid of any emotion or warmth. "Lingya, are you offering yourself up to die?"
"Mo Shisheng, two lifetimes... I couldn't even separate you from him in both lifetimes!"
Lingya was still very emotional, "But, Mo Shisheng, you will never know why you were killed, you will never know!"
"I don't need to know those things, because you are a dying man now."
Mo Shisheng's lips curled slightly, unaffected by Ling Ya's words. "Ming Beiya is destined to be bound to me, including our lives. What do you and your sister gain? One of you gets some handouts through my primordial spirit, and the other gets some comfort through his amnesia. And what's the result?"
"Mo Shisheng! You owe me my sister's life!"
When Ling Qi tried to run up from the other side, Ling Ya raised her hand to stop her from doing so.
With red, incredulous eyes, she cried out, "Sister! You can't die! You can't leave me behind!"
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