Even after being led a distance by Ling Jingyu, Mo Yunzhao could still hear Mo Yunlan's furious shouts.
Are you sure they won't start fighting?
Ling Jingyu held her hand, not daring to make any sudden movements. "Hitting is a sign of affection, scolding is a sign of love. If we don't hit or scold each other, we're not in love."
Mo Yunzhao remained silent for a long while, then asked, "Is this your reason for hitting Mo Bilian?"
"Well……"
Ling Jingyu looked down at her and said, "You can't say that just because you beat and scold Ling Yongqing, you love him, can you?"
Mo Yunzhao's expression turned slightly cold, and his beautiful blood-red eyes gradually turned cold as well.
Did she love Ling Yongnian in her past life?
I don't love it.
She was simply grateful and moved by everything he had done for her, so she wanted to repay him twofold, even at the cost of her life.
In the end, however, he was merely impersonating someone else's devotion to her, enjoying her gratitude in return.
"Ah Zhao, this is a candied hawthorn."
Ling Jingyu seemed oblivious to her odd behavior. He held her hand with one hand and took a candied hawthorn from a passing vendor with the other, handing it to her.
"It's red, like the color of agate, and it's sweet and sour. Try a bite."
Mo Yunzhao suddenly looked up and stared blankly at Ling Jingyu, then took a bite of the candied hawthorn that he handed her.
She watched him, and then ate the whole candied hawthorn she had just taken a bite of.
A slight throbbing pain shot through her head, and a blurry scene flashed through her mind. Before she could see it clearly, Ling Jingyu pulled her along again.
"Ah Zhao, this is rouge, used by women for makeup."
"Ah Zhao, this is the Temple of the Old Man Under the Moon. It is said that if lovers kneel and pray at the Temple of the Old Man Under the Moon, they will grow old together."
"A Zhao..."
"Ah Zhao, look, this is a plum blossom-shaped hair accessory. You like it, and it looks good on you. I'm giving it to you."
Mo Yunzhao followed Ling Jingyu blankly, as if she had lost her soul. She listened to him speak, but the people and things that passed by and everything that happened around her blurred and faded from her sight.
At this moment, her world consisted only of him.
Ling Jingyu gently placed the translucent red plum blossom hairpin, which he had personally carved and made yesterday, into Mo Yunzhao's hair.
He gazed at the ruby beneath the tassel, swaying slightly and shimmering in the sunlight, making her beauty even more breathtaking.
"Yes, Ah Zhao is beautiful, always has been beautiful."
Mo Yunzhao suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, a pain that was piercing to the bone.
As if she had returned to her past life, a mask was branded onto her face, and from then on, it became an extension of her flesh.
Someone said to her with sincere eyes, "Yes, Ah Zhao is beautiful, and has always been the most beautiful."
The voice was cold and ethereal, as if it came from afar.
"A Zhao?"
My thoughts were interrupted, and the stinging pain disappeared.
She looked up at him. "Ling Jingyu, I have a headache."
Ling Jingyu immediately tensed up, grabbed her wrist, and took her pulse.
The coldness of his hands seeped into my skin.
Mo Yunzhao withdrew his hand. "I'm fine."
Ling Jingyu stared at his hand wearing the ice cicada silk glove for a while, then withdrew his hand. "Hmm."
His hands were warm just now.
It wasn't from her body temperature.
Instead...
Ling Jingyu's gaze fell on her beautiful profile before he looked away.
"Shall I escort you back to your residence?"
Mo Yunzhao looked up at the passersby. Today was the Flower Festival, and it was very lively.
To see the light again, to be reborn.
She enjoys this kind of lively atmosphere.
"Let's go for a walk, but I want some peace and quiet."
"good."
Ling Jingyu and Mo Yunzhao walked side by side.
The pedestrians were crowded, but he protected her from being pushed around.
The hands that were once clasped have now been let go.
At this moment, he looked down at her hand hidden in her sleeve. Several times he was tempted to reach out his own hand, but in the end he didn't take her hand.
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