Inside the room.
Mo Li gently caressed Su Bei's cheek, her body aching slightly as she gently picked up the dagger in her hand.
"Master..."
Everything that was mine, everything that was Master's, it's all finally mine, mine alone.
Albeit with the help of a dream.
Tears flowed, gently blossoming on Mo Li's delicate cheeks, the blush by her ears lingering for a long time.
The air was filled with a scent unique to her and him, carrying a hint of sweetness. Everything was quiet and serene.
How I wish all of this could be eternal.
Suddenly, Mo Li's eyes sharpened. The items she had placed nearby as a precaution alerted her; it seemed she sensed someone approaching.
This is bad!
Enduring the discomfort in her body, she returned the dagger to her storage ring, bit her lower lip, and gently rose.
POP.
She hastily threw on her clothes, which lay on the ground, then quickly covered Su Bei with the brocade quilt before staggering out the door.
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