Demon! Si Mo is a demon!
She finally got an answer, even though it wasn't spoken by Si Mo himself.
Mu Qingge's gaze was clear and calm as she looked at the agitated Han Caicai. This side of Han Caicai was unfamiliar to her. Yet, she still said to him, "You're wrong. God or demon, it makes no difference to me. The matters between him and me are none of anyone's concern."
The Divine Demon Continent, the conflict, the length of life—all these were trivial to her.
All she knew was that she liked Si Mo and wanted to be with him, and that was enough.
"Why are you so stubborn?" Han Caicai, exasperated, couldn't help but step forward, trying to grab Mu Qingge.
Mu Qingge, however, stepped back in time, creating distance between them. "Han Caicai!"
A crisp shout made Han Caicai freeze.
"Don't interfere in my affairs. I'll tell you once more, there can never be anything between us. If you persist in your delusion, we'll be strangers from now on," Mu Qingge warned.
