Ye Xuanji's body suddenly stiffened, and then she slowly opened her eyes. She started reading the novel.
Mo Qingcheng was standing in front of her bed, his eyes fixed on her face, his eyes changing slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
The two looked at each other, and Mo Qingcheng's eyes were a little flustered. He avoided it slightly and looked at the porridge on the table: "Why don't you eat it?"
Ye Xuanji smiled faintly: "No appetite."[
Mo Qingcheng: "You haven't eaten anything all day and night..."
His voice was slightly hoarse.
Ye Xuanji closed her eyes slightly, her face still calm: "I will eat after I go out."
Mo Qingcheng: "..."
He sat down beside her,
Ye Xuanji closed her eyes and did not move or speak.
The room was almost silent and scary,
After a long while, Mo Qingcheng coughed and finally said: "Xuanji, I, don't you want to ask me something?"
Ye Xuanji slowly opened her eyes and said calmly: "I have nothing to ask."
He had already made his choice in that treasure, hadn't he?
She didn't think she had anything else to ask.
Mo Qingcheng froze and looked at her.
Her face showed complete alienation and indifference. Although she was looking at him, her bright eyes were neither stormy nor ruthless, as if he was just an unrelated stranger.
His face turned pale: "Xuanji, the matter between me and her..."
"The flowers are fragrant, you don't have to explain anything."
Ye Xuanji interrupted him: "You and she can do whatever they want to do and it has nothing to do with me. I'm just a mortal. I don't have the honor to meet you, a god. If you have nothing to do, please go out. I'm tired."
Mo Qingcheng took a step back. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start.
He took a breath and looked at her: "No matter what, I owe you...I will compensate you..."
Compensation? How to compensate? [
How to compensate for a broken heart?
Can he sew it back up again?
Even if it can be sutured, those scars will still be there and the pain will still be there!
Ye Xuanji suddenly laughed, her eyes narrowed like a cat, as if she had heard the most incredible joke: "Yes, you owe me."
She spoke slowly, sentence by sentence: "How do you want to compensate me? Give me a mountain of gold? Or give me the addiction of being an emperor?"
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I was bitten by a dog again today, and I am very upset. Updates will be slower.