As they drew closer, Mo Yunzhao saw that it was Ling Jingyu, who was shirtless, and her face immediately turned red. "You..."
Ling Jingyu, who was grabbed like a hostage, immediately took out a cloak from his personal space and put it on the moment he was thrown out.
Then, as if she were a banished immortal, she landed in front of Mo Yunzhao.
He raised his peach blossom eyes and said, "Ah Zhao, you've come."
Mo Yunzhao looked down at him, her cloak covering her completely. Then she looked at the disciple kneeling to welcome her, and the white-haired old man with a fatherly smile.
this……
The attitude of Medicine God Valley towards her was vastly different from that of her previous life.
In their past lives, they saw her as if she were their enemy.
Look, she remembers Medicine God Valley, Princess Ning'an, and everything else, but she doesn't remember Ling Jingyu.
She found it strange that she felt there was someone like Ling Jingyu who was on her side, yet she knew nothing about him.
Think again about what the old monk said.
Mo Yunzhao looked up at Ling Jingyu and smiled sweetly, "Yes, I'm here."
Ling Jingyu looked at Mo Yunzhao with a sense of flattery, then looked up at the west, where the sun had not yet risen.
He still didn't believe it, so he took his hand out from under his cloak and touched his forehead.
Yeah, I'm not sick.
Could it be that Ah Zhao is sick?
Seeing Ling Jingyu's reaction, Mo Yunzhao lowered his eyes.
The Medicine God, seeing this, stepped forward, jumped up, and slapped Ling Jingyu on the back of the head, saying, "What are you standing there for? Bring your wife in."
Ling Jingyu then came to his senses and led Mo Yunzhao into the Valley of the Medicine God.
The disciples of Medicine God Valley were overjoyed.
The Medicine God consciously refrained from joining the fray, giving the two some space.
Ling Jingyu went to change his clothes first, and when he came out, he saw Mo Yunzhao staring at him, which made him very uneasy.
"A Zhao..."
“I know everything,” Mo Yunzhao said, looking at him.
Ling Jingyu was a little confused. "Know what?"
Mo Yunzhao: "I just came back from Yuncheng. I went to Wuxiang Temple and met a monk."
Ling Jingyu's bewildered expression changed; he stared at her intently, showing little surprise.
She is very smart.
She had long suspected it, so naturally she would seek confirmation.
She knew it was only a matter of time.
Mo Yunzhao took out a jade cup that had turned to ice and placed it in front of him.
“It’s the boatman’s.” Ling Jingyu knew at a glance that she had made him take off his gloves when he went boating on the lake with A Zhao that day.
Mo Yunzhao nodded, "I happened to see it. Your hand was the divine punishment I endured to allow me to be reborn."
He once said that anyone who defies the will of Heaven will be punished by Heaven.
But for her sake, he defied fate.
Ling Jingyu looked down at his hands, still wearing the ice cicada silk gloves. "Not for anyone else, just for myself."
“Ling Jingyu…”
Ling Jingyu looked up at her with a smile, "Mo Yunzhao, this is fine. You don't need to feel touched or grateful. That's not what I need. Even if you don't like it, we can still be like before, simple and straightforward. Even just being friends is much better than this feeling of gratitude and being touched."
If her change in attitude was simply because she found out it was him.
That's unnecessary, really unnecessary.
“Ling Jingyu…”
Ling Jingyu lowered his head and said, "Ah Zhao, this is really good."
Mo Yunzhao stared at him intently. "In that case, forget it. I'm leaving."
With that, she stood up and left.
Ling Jingyu didn't look at her, only hearing footsteps as she left.
I listened to the footsteps gradually fading away.
He couldn't sit still any longer, so he suddenly stood up and chased after her, calling out, "Ah Zhao!"
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