Run!
That was the only thought left in 'Li Mo's' mind.
The Immortal Jingwei, worshipped by the world, had long since fallen into darkness. Her decaying body crawled with maggots and insects; beneath the defiled flesh, foul-smelling organs roiled and writhed.
'Li Mo' had seen similar scenes in the past.
Therefore, the images presented by the phone and his own eyes were likely not Immortal Jingwei's true form, but rather something constructed from the most plausible content within Li Mo's memories.
No one knew what the real Jingwei looked like.
Unless She willingly revealed herself, finding her was practically impossible.
Inside the main hall, Changle's face was deathly pale. She hadn't expected Mingyue to flee at this very moment.
Reason told her that Mingyue would never do anything meaningless.
Like when he suddenly broke from the group and ran up the mountain, or when he used light to expose the demon disguised as a guard...
Every seemingly abrupt action inevitably had its reason.
And now, facing the sacred, noble, untainted Immortal, he fled without a moment's hesitation.
Did this mean... the Immortal on the dais was actually...
Changle looked up, her pupils trembling, casting an uneasy gaze towards Immortal Jingwei.
Jingwei's cold eyes narrowed slightly, her cracked lips forming cryptic, incomprehensible notes.
Taking distorted, unsteady steps, she walked up to Changle, whose body was frozen stiff with fear, leaned close to her ear, and said, "It's time to remember."
The next moment, Jingwei suddenly vanished. Changle collapsed onto the floor, gasping heavily.
Did I escape disaster?
Changle was still shaken. Why did the Immortal say such strange words to her?
Who was she speaking to?
Changle intended to get up and quickly leave this bizarre place.
But when she stood up, ready to leave the hall, she found herself walking to the spot where Jingwei had disappeared. Then, facing the empty air where she herself had previously knelt, she said, "It's time to remember."
"Remember? Remember what?"
"Me?"
Changle stumbled and fell. She adjusted her position to stand up again, only to find her body felt extraordinarily light.
The Daoist robe worn by the Immortal had unexpectedly appeared on her body.
Changle stood up once more, the urge to leave this bizarre hall growing more desperate. The moment she stepped out of the hall, a familiar memory was awakened.
She saw Mingyue and herself walk into the hall, saw herself begging her for a blessing...
Wasn't she Changle? How could she see herself begging herself for a blessing?
"Wh-what's happening!?"
Changle grew frightened. In her panic, the Daoist robe tripped her, causing her to fall again. She scrambled up, wanting to flee the temple.
Upon reaching the temple gate, Changle saw a decomposing corpse lying between the wall and the threshold.
Maggots writhed upon it, ants carried away bits of flesh, its eyes were missing eyeballs, and its torso was sliced halfway open.
Changle walked forward, covering her nose, feeling stomach acid rising. Enduring the stench, she turned the corpse over.
She saw the corpse's face clearly – it looked exactly like her.
The clothes on the body were the ones he [referring to her male disguise] wore upon arrival.
"No, impossible! I'm clearly still alive!"
Changle trembled uncontrollably. She denied her own death, searching for evidence to refute that this corpse was Changle.
"The jade pendant! That's right, the jade pendant! Only I can wear the jade pendant bestowed by Father Emperor!"
Changle crouched down, her hands fumbling through her dress. Suddenly, her fingers touched something hard.
Changle's heart froze. She brought the hard object into her palm and looked closely.
A bloodstained jade pendant, already faded.
"I... died?"
"Changle is dead. Who am I?"
"Who am I?"
Changle murmured like a lost soul, utterly bewildered.
"I am Jingwei. I am the Immortal..."
"I am... Hua."
At 10:09 AM, Changle found her own corpse.
At 10:10 AM, she acknowledged her death.
At 10:11 AM, she felt something in her mind wanting to break free.
At 10:12 AM, she was Hua.
She always had been. The dynasty had long since fallen. The person who thought she was alive died over and over again.
That night, she saw the woman on Li Mo's shoulder.
Fake.
It was her sitting on Li Mo's shoulder, looking at herself.
Hua stood up, her eyes dark and profound. She turned her upside-down head back to normal, stepped over Changle's corpse lying on the threshold, and crossed it.
Just as the notebook predicted, at 10:11 AM, 'Li Mo' escaped the temple, only this time he didn't bring Changle.
According to the prediction, he had less than two minutes before he saw Him [祂]. Escaping Taixu Mountain within these two minutes was ample time.
"Sure enough, Changle was the problem. Without her, I reached the Rashomon Gate in half a minute."
The Rashomon Gate was close at hand, but two crucial people were missing.
Yes, 'Li Mo' didn't see Shigure Kira and Saori Tsuruyo.
But regardless, leaving first was the correct course of action.
As long as he could live until July 15th, it didn't matter whether Saori Tsuruyo and Shigure Kira were there or not.
'Li Mo' quickly passed through the Rashomon Gate, but when he turned back, he found himself outside the temple again, as if he had just left.
One and a half minutes remaining. He still had at least three more chances to leave.
"Back at the starting point again. Did triggering the eye-contact rule with Jingwei cause this?"
"..."
'Li Mo' remained silent, running again, thinking while he ran.
Shigure Kira and Saori Tsuruyo weren't at the Rashomon Gate. Based on his memories of them, 'Li Mo' judged they wouldn't break their promise. Therefore, the problem lay with him.
He might be trapped in an illusion.
A non-lethal illusion.
This could also explain why the Misfortune Ghost didn't utter a curse – because this illusion wasn't fatal, merely delaying him.
So the Misfortune Ghost couldn't counteract this illusion.
"Big Brother! Big Brother!"
Saori Tsuruyo's voice faintly reached 'Li Mo's' ears. 'Li Mo' stopped and looked around, but saw no one.
"Auditory hallucination?"
Time ticked away, second by second. 'Li Mo' grew increasingly anxious, running desperately towards the Rashomon Gate again and again.
Each time he exited the Rashomon Gate, he would reappear at the temple entrance, trapped in a loop.
'Li Mo' wasted too much time on this. Only twenty seconds remained.
"No, if this continues, I'll definitely die here. I have to use Usurpation directly to help me leave."
'Li Mo' raised his left hand, intending to use "Usurpation."
Lifting his hand, he only saw a deathly grey arm. The Bizzare power within it had fallen silent.
"What's going on?"
Losing his Bizzare power for no reason left 'Li Mo' utterly bewildered, like an ant on a hot pan.
He wasn't the real deal, after all. Inheriting all the memories didn't mean he could act like Li Mo.
Two minutes were up. 'Li Mo' died.
In reality, before the Rashomon Gate, Shigure Kira and Saori Tsuruyo stood tense, as if facing a great enemy.
They watched Li Mo run towards them, a woman with an unseen face sitting on his shoulder.
The instant Li Mo exited the Rashomon Gate, the woman on his shoulder reached out, caressing his cheeks. Her entire body bent, hunched over, facing Li Mo directly.
Thump! Li Mo collapsed to the ground, his pupils dilated, his body motionless.
The skin on his face began to wither until it completely detached, becoming a dry, barren human skin effigy on the ground.
She [祂] reached out, her indistinct hand passing through his skull, cupping a pool of brain matter.
Disappointed, she said, "You are not him."
Then she turned her gaze towards Shigure Kira and Saori Tsuruyo outside the gate.
"Captain, close your eyes!" Saori Tsuruyo warned. Shigure Kira immediately shut her eyes.
She glanced at them, then turned and silently walked back towards the temple.
After a long while, Saori Tsuruyo cautiously opened her eyes. Confirming the woman had left, she went to Li Mo's side, carried him away from Taixu Mountain, back onto the Heavenly Path.
She knew very well that a ghost capable of killing her brother was definitely not something she and the Captain could handle. Otherwise, Li Mo would have brought them along long ago to fight this ghost sitting on his shoulder.
"Saori, he... seems to have stopped breathing..."
"Mm, Big Brother said no matter what happens to him, we have to keep him alive until July 15th. Here, Captain, we need to get down the mountain before dark. Big Brother won't die yet. I believe him."
Shigure Kira took Li Mo, hoisting him onto one shoulder.
Saori Tsuruyo quickly walked in front of Shigure Kira, spread her arms wide, looked straight at her, and struck a '大' [big/great] character pose.
Shigure Kira asked, puzzled, "Saori, what are you doing?"
Saori Tsuruyo replied naturally, "I walk too slow. We might not make it back to the inn before dark. Could I trouble Captain to carry me for a bit?"
Shigure Kira understood. Saori Tsuruyo wanted her to carry her on the other shoulder.
It was true. Even running at full speed, it would take her several hours to reach the foot of the mountain. Saori Tsuruyo, a Valkyrie cadet who couldn't even pass the B-rank Valkyrie assessment, would find it extremely difficult to run down in half a day.
"Okay, leave it to me."
Shigure Kira adjusted her posture, mimicking how Li Mo carried them up the mountain, one under each arm, and ran towards the foot of the mountain.
They arrived back at the inn at 8:30 PM. Only half an hour left until 9 PM [戌時 - Xu Shi], when numerous vengeful ghosts would roam the Heavenly Path.
"Hah... hah..."
"So tired... I need to rest for a bit."
Shigure Kira collapsed onto a chair. She hadn't expected carrying people while sprinting to be so exhausting, even significantly slowing her down.
That gloomy guy really hides his strength well. Carried people up without even panting.
Saori Tsuruyo: "Captain, you rest first. I'll go close the inn door. We'll reopen for business tomorrow."
The two remembered Li Mo's instructions clearly: ghosts were not allowed to stay overnight; during the day, entertain them, record information about them, eye contact was permissible, but don't let them realize they were dead.
Shigure Kira: "Okay. By the way, Saori, what's the purpose of us recording information about those ghosts?"
Saori Tsuruyo: "I don't know. Anyway, Big Brother must have his reasons for doing this. Are you scared, Captain?"
Shigure Kira: "Scared? Not really. I don't know if it's because I've experienced it before, but I don't seem to feel much terror now."
Saori Tsuruyo: "That's normal. Terror comes from the unknown, from powerlessness. It's the helplessness of watching an unknown horror approach, unable to do anything. But now, we just need to follow the steps to survive, and we learned the ghosts' killing rules from Big Brother. If we still feel scared under these circumstances, perhaps we're not suited to be involved in these kinds of paranormal incidents anymore."
Shigure Kira: "Mm, you have a point."
The inn door was tightly shut. Saori Tsuruyo blew out the candle lamp, and following her memory from the daytime, they stayed in the same room.
Sleeping together offered some mutual support.
As for Li Mo...
He could only be relegated to the cold wooden table.
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Shenzhou, Canghai City.
A dilapidated old house stood outside the city outskirts, its corners overgrown with vines and marked by accumulated dust.
The ginkgo tree in the center of the empty courtyard had withered, its dry branches like bones. The flowers and grasses around the courtyard had lost their former glory; withered leaves from the Wutong trees [Phoenix Trees] scattered in the wind.
A man led his daughter into the lifeless courtyard. Outside, a truck loaded with furniture and belongings was parked.
"Hua, starting today, we'll live here. I'll go contact a friend outside to help move the things down first. You clean up the courtyard first. As for the house... let's tidy it up together after we finish moving."
"Mm."
Five-year-old Hua kept her head down, her face placid, showing no expression.
She responded woodenly to her father's plan, entirely lacking the usual noise and willfulness of a child.
Hua picked up a broom and began sweeping the mountain of leaves piled in the courtyard, like a puppet following instructions, devoid of initiative, tirelessly carrying out her father's wishes.
She had always been like this, never making choices.
"Sigh..." Seeing his daughter's dull and gloomy expression, the man couldn't help but sigh, feeling melancholy.
Ever since starting school, Hua had always been on the fringes of the class, unnoticed by classmates, with no one willing to play with her.
Because she was always silent, liked sitting alone in a corner spacing out, and was unwilling to interact with others.
The teacher was helpless too.
She showed no interest in anything. Only when he taught her martial arts would Hua mimic and learn.
But it was just imitation. She simply had nothing else to do; it definitely couldn't be called interest.
The phone rang. The man answered, said "Okay" several times, then left the courtyard to meet his friend.
After all, moving the entire household to Canghai City meant a lot of stuff. Hiring movers would be a significant expense. In Shenzhou, one naturally saved wherever possible.
As a father, he'd rather endure more hardship himself than spend money that could be used for his child.
Fortunately, he had a close childhood friend in Canghai City, who had also been his classmate. It was a stroke of luck.
"..."
Hua turned her head, watching silently as her father left.
Head bowed, her small, tender hands gripped the broom tightly, sweeping the dead leaves on the ground back and forth to one side.
The courtyard wasn't very large. Without slacking off, she cleared the dead leaves quickly.
So, what should she do next?
Hua didn't know. She stood blankly in place, her gaze never leaving the main gate outside the courtyard.
Perhaps her father would appear the next second and tell her what to do next.
Hua hoped so.
But after waiting a long time, the closed wooden gate wasn't pushed open. Instead, the sun overhead grew increasingly fierce, making it hard for Hua to keep her eyes open.
"Creeaak..."
The main door of the house in the center of the old residence scraped sharply and opened automatically.
Hua turned her head, looking into the pitch-black interior. It was messy inside, filled everywhere with the traces of time's passage.
She remembered her father's words: wait for them to tidy up the house together.
"..."
The cool shade under the eaves attracted Hua. Sweat dripped down her greyish-blue hair strands; her head felt a little dizzy.
"It's so hot outside."
With that thought, Hua walked towards the dilapidated house, thinking that just seeking shade, standing in the cool darkness, wouldn't be a problem.
The peeling paint on the wooden door showed decay. The windows were falling apart, letting in dim light. The furniture inside revealed the fatigue of ages: wood blackened, copper tarnished, antique artifacts showing cracks and damage. The calligraphy and paintings on the walls were blurred, gradually faded by time's erosion.
The hallway was dark and damp, the air filled with the smell of dust and decay. The living room carpet was worn out, covered in dust and stains. Scratches marred the surface of the mahogany furniture, which had lost its former luster. The tea set was far from its intended splendor, veiled in dull grey.
Hua remembered her father saying this was where her grandfather lived before he died. It would have originally just fallen into ruin.
But due to work, her father brought her to Canghai City.
Housing prices in Canghai City were high. Fortunately, there was this old house, a small villa backed by a large mountain. After cleaning, it would be habitable.
"What's this?"
Hua noticed that amidst the dust-covered floor, a clean path remained, visibly neat and new, clashing starkly with the surrounding old layout.
Following the path with her eyes, it led to the second floor.
Driven by curiosity, Hua walked along the path, wanting to see if the end was just as clean.
Ascending to the second floor, the path led to the master bedroom, now a symbol of decay and ruin. Cracks webbed the windowpanes; sunlight seeped through the cracks, casting mottled light and shadow on the old floor. The bedding on the bed was severely faded, the mattress collapsed. The desk and bookshelf in the study had unabashedly become feasts for woodworms; book covers were tattered, large rats darted from holes, dust danced in the air.
Yet amidst the chaos and filth, there was a perfectly clean path.
At its end was a box about as tall as Hua.
A very peculiar box, entwined with dazzlingly colorful flowers blooming miraculously.
Lavender, pink gypsophila, rosemary, pansies...
"Smells nice." Hua sniffed. This rich fragrance shouldn't exist in a house unoccupied for over a decade.
"What a strange box."
Hua walked up, pushed aside the flowers, and discovered a lock.
If there were no key, Hua might have stopped there. But there was a key in the lock, as if deliberately left, waiting for the next living person to arrive and open it.
Hua hesitated for a long time, finally gripping the key and turning it forcefully.
She didn't know why she was filled with such curiosity today, unconsciously ending up here.
Normally, Hua would definitely have stayed obediently on the first floor, seeking shade, waiting for her father to return and follow behind him.
Clang! The lock opened. The box lid slowly lifted. Hua curiously stepped forward, wanting to see what was inside.
She guessed it must contain many old collectibles.
Unexpectedly, when Hua's gaze focused inside the box, she saw a person.
A very pretty person.
About her age, seemingly also from Shenzhou.
A corpse?
Hua's first thought was this dreadful possibility. Could her grandfather have killed a child and hidden the body in the box?
After calming down for a moment, Hua realized how absurd her previous thought was, because the boy in the box was clearly still breathing, merely looking asleep.
"Hey, wake up. Time to get up."
Hua reached out and touched the boy's face.
The instant she made contact, he struggled to open his eyes. His gaze was empty and lightless.
"What's your name? Why are you in the box in my house?" Hua asked.
The boy seemed not to hear her at all. He blankly raised his head, his gaze meeting Hua's. His eyes gradually focused, the dilated pupils regaining clarity. He slowly stood up and climbed out of the box.
Pink eyes?
Hua was taken aback. It was the first time she had seen someone with eyes of this color.
"Mmm~~ Huh? Did you wake me up? You're so cute! Let's be friends!"
Hua's right hand was suddenly grabbed enthusiastically, and... why was the other person's hand restlessly groping around!
The introverted and shy Hua instantly snatched her hand back, retreating several steps.
"Eh? Am I that scary? Oh, right, I haven't introduced myself yet."
"My name is Mo. The 'Mo' in 'Mosheng' [stranger]. Nice to meet you."
Li Mo smiled brightly, his eyes twinkling with brilliant light, like two pink stars shining in the night sky.
For some reason, Hua found she couldn't look away, standing rooted to the spot woodenly.
"Mm, mm... My name is Hua... Wait, why are you in my house? In this box..." Hua instinctively introduced herself. She wasn't very good at handling such enthusiastic people.
"Emmm..."
Li Mo tilted his head up, seemingly seriously considering Hua's question.
"Hehe..." Li Mo gave a mischievous grin, as if plotting something.
But his next answer was so straightforward that even the usually stoic Hua couldn't help but twitch her lips, marveling at his oddness.
"I forgot."
"Forgot?"
"Yeah, apart from my name, I can't remember anything."
"You're not lying to me, are you..."
"How could I bear to deceive my only friend, Hua? Alright, asking more won't get you an answer. How about we talk about something happy~"
"Happy things..."
Hua fell into deep silence. Since starting school, she hadn't felt much happiness. She didn't know what to do, didn't know what she could do.
Because she was too clumsy and slow, no classmates wanted to play with her.
Plus, her luck had always been bad. People in class even gave her a well-known unlucky nickname in Shenzhou: Saobaxing [Jinx/Bad Luck Star].
They said whoever got close to her would suffer misfortune.
Even Hua herself firmly believed this.
Seeing Hua's crestfallen face, her eyes unconsciously dimming, radiating a "keep away" aura, Li Mo blinked his pink eyes, the pure smile still on his face.
"Your negative emotions are practically overflowing, hey! But it's okay, I'll accept them all. Who told you to be my friend?"
"I'll always stand behind you. So, lift your head, smile! A pretty girl like you must look really good when you smile, hee~"
Li Mo sensed Hua's loneliness. Acting on instinct, he proactively stepped forward, pinched Hua's cheeks with both hands, and gently pulled outwards.
Making Hua reveal a mechanical, stiff smile.
Normally, Hua would absolutely not let anyone touch her, especially the opposite sex.
Yet, facing Li Mo, who was clearly a stranger she had just met, Hua couldn't muster any hostility towards him.
"I... I need to go tell Papa."
After saying that, Hua fled in panic, rushing out of the house.
Li Mo remained where he was, feeling the residual warmth on his fingers, muttering to himself, "Suddenly feel a bit lonely. Let's go find some fun."
His playful nature urged him to follow the departing Hua.
In the courtyard, Hua's father was still chatting cordially with his childhood friend.
Beside the friend stood a little girl about Hua's age.
"Haha, your daughter and my daughter are in the same class! What a coincidence! Maybe your daughter can study and play with my Hua in the future. Sigh, you know, my Hua is rather shy, always alone. I worry this child will develop problems from being cooped up alone."
Hua's father spoke cheerfully, but his tone turned worried when mentioning Hua.
The friend naturally understood his meaning, but glanced at his own daughter, who was shaking her head non-stop.
The man often heard his daughter mention a "jinx" in class, saying whoever touched her would have bad luck.
The man certainly didn't believe in such superstitions, but his daughter also mentioned Hua being isolated by classmates, and coming from a single-parent family.
Morality told the man not to casually discuss others' sensitive points. After lecturing his daughter, he only told her not to hurt others.
As for letting his own daughter play with someone isolated by the class, it was very unrealistic.
They were experienced adults; they knew about children's cliques. Once someone played with a person ostracized by the group, that person would also be ostracized.
The man certainly didn't want his young daughter to suffer such unfair treatment.
In a child's world, being isolated and excluded was definitely not a small matter. After all, with their immature minds, even a broken toy felt like the end of the world.
Pain and pain cannot be equated.
"You can't force these things. You know, old classmate, I usually don't interfere with my daughter's relationships. She has her own thoughts," the man said tactfully, his meaning already clear.
Hua's father sighed, then didn't bring up the topic again.
He himself knew very well it wasn't others' fault. Hua was indeed more reserved and introverted than other children, unable to play well with peers.
It's just...
Hua's father glanced at the girl held by his friend's hand.
If only someone could keep Hua company, how wonderful that would be, even if just for convenience.
If things continued like this, Hua's childhood was destined to lack emotional support. A childhood of isolation and exclusion – she would have to spend her whole life making up for it.
"I understand. Let's get to work first. After we finish, I'll treat you to dinner tonight. Your family and mine together," Hua's father proposed.
The friend was about to accept, but his little finger was shaken back and forth by his daughter. He gave a helpless, bitter smile, then declined, "Maybe next time. Didn't the teacher say we need to pay more attention to the kids? Just yesterday, there was a class quiz. My daughter didn't get full marks and was upset all night. I need to help her sort out her feelings."
"Well, alright then. Just call me when you're free."
In the adult world, "next time" could be anytime, or never. Most likely, there wouldn't be a next time.
"Here we are."
"Mm, come on, old classmate. I heard you became the vice president of the Canghai City Martial Arts Association. Come, come, let me see if my fitness efforts these past few years match your level, haha."
Hua's father stood on the truck, handing cargo down to his friend. The friend took the heavy items, hoisted them onto his shoulder, then placed them on the ground.
"Xiao-xuan, go inside and play by yourself. Uncle and I are working."
"Okay."
The girl called Xiao-xuan frowned, looking left and right, making sure no other classmates saw her, before reluctantly walking into the courtyard.
So embarrassing. Having to stay with Hua, the one everyone nicknamed "Jinx." It was obvious they would just stay far apart without saying a word.
Definitely need to take a hot bath when I get back, wash away all the bad luck.
"This is a Wutong tree [Phoenix Tree]. But why are you asking?"
"Just asking casually..."
"Casually? Hmph hmph, I don't believe you. I insist on answering seriously. Ahem, listen well, Hua. 'The phoenix sings, upon that high ridge. The Wutong tree grows, facing the morning sun.' Legend says that lushly growing Wutong trees attract phoenixes! Your grandfather had great foresight, planting so many Wutong trees in the courtyard. He probably wanted a beautiful and capable talented woman to emerge in the family. The legend came true! You appeared, the clever and capable Hua!"
Li Mo gestured like a groundhog, both hands held high.
"How do you know so much..."
"Isn't this common knowledge... Eh? Looks like a guest has arrived. Is it another friend of yours? Go say hello. Don't worry, I'll be right here."
Li Mo pointed towards Xiao-xuan standing at the courtyard entrance, speaking cheerfully.
"I..."
Seeing it was her classmate Xiao-xuan, Hua's good mood from chatting with Li Mo instantly plummeted.
She had finally found someone she could talk to, although mostly it was Li Mo initiating new topics and guiding the conversation.
If Li Mo finds out she's a jinx...
He'll probably despise me too, and stop calling me a friend.
In the end, I'll be alone again.
Hua shook her head. She was the host, after all; she couldn't forsake etiquette.
Even if she and the guest were just children, Shenzhou was a nation that valued propriety the most.
Hua hesitated for a long while, finally walking up to Xiao-xuan and greeting her sullenly: "Good afternoon..."
"Good afternoon, Hua."
Xiao-xuan smiled, her cheerful reply completely baffling Hua.
They hadn't spoken a single word all year, right?
Hua looked up, cautiously observing Xiao-xuan, noticing her gaze bypass her and look towards Li Mo behind her.
Li Mo held a Wutong leaf, spinning it back and forth. Noticing the new gaze, he revealed a sunny smile, raising his hand to greet her.
Upon seeing the pink pupils, Xiao-xuan felt inexplicably happy and excited, deeply attracted to the quiet and refined Li Mo, eager to approach and converse.
"Hua, is that your family member?"
"Uh..." Hua was stunned. The question was rather sudden. Li Mo had told her he was homeless.
Hua had promised Li Mo that if her father agreed, he could stay at their home.
But Hua hadn't obtained her father's approval yet, so whether Li Mo would become part of the family was uncertain.
"I don't know," Hua answered straightforwardly.
Before she finished speaking, Xiao-xuan adjusted her expression, smiling as sweetly as possible, and walked straight towards Li Mo.