He looked like he had something to say to her.
Chu Lingzhi felt a bit anxious. Earlier, when she told children's stories, he had been so happy listening.
She hadn't expected that telling a love story today would get him this worked up.
If she'd known, she wouldn't have told such a tragic love story.
She didn't know what had gotten into her today, why she suddenly decided to tell Master Mo a love story.
"Master Mo, you shouldn't get agitated right now, or it'll affect your recovery." Chu Lingzhi tried to soothe him, but inwardly she was full of regret.
From now on, she would never tell such a harmful love story again!!
Mo Chen stepped forward, his tall figure nearly blocking the entire bedroom doorway.
His peach blossom eyes, usually so lively, now looked at Chu Lingzhi with a complicated expression.
No, not complicated—rather, dim and sorrowful.
Her story about a snake demon and a human, with the male lead being a snake demon.
But for the female lead's happiness, to keep her from knowing he was a snake.
He went against his own kind without hesitation, was harmed by villains, and nearly lost his life.
In the end, to save the female lead's life, he chose to leave silently.
He lost his cultivation due to a love tribulation, turned back into a snake, and could never become human again.
After he left, the female lead was heartbroken, often waiting in the fields where they first met, hoping he would return someday.
But she never knew that every night, a large green snake would appear at her window, disappearing just before dawn...
This story stirred up pain in his heart.
He thought he loved that woman, yet he had never been willing to sacrifice for her.
After hearing this story, he thought, he needed to do something for her.
He looked at Chu Lingzhi—why was this woman so special?
Chu Lingzhi sensed the figure at the door, looked up, and her gaze met Mo Chen's in the air.
Her eyes were clear and pure, without a single flaw.
Her smile was as radiant as the pink lotus flowers blooming in the pond, pure and holy.
And her medical skills—they shocked him even more.
A woman like this, loved by Nangong Yehen, was a good thing.
"Master Mo, I made your father cry." Chu Lingzhi pulled a face, her pretty features scrunched up, looking at Mo Chen apologetically.
Mo Chen curled his lips into a smile, his sorrowful eyes regaining their lively sparkle.
He walked in and said casually, "My dad hasn't cried in too long. Letting him wash his eyes with tears now isn't a bad idea."
"Is that any way to talk?" Chu Lingzhi was speechless.
Master Mo was probably too emotional, just gripping Chu Lingzhi's hand, his mouth twitching for a long time without forming a complete sentence.
Chu Lingzhi worried that if he kept this up, all her days of therapy would be wasted.
She sat down and patiently comforted Master Mo, "Master Mo, you can't get worked up now. Maybe this story is very touching, but you can't let it move you to tears. You need to be good now, listen to me, okay? Once you're fully recovered, I'll listen to whatever you want to say, and I'll tell you whatever story you want to hear, alright? For now, calm down, don't get excited, be good and don't get worked up..."
Mo Chen watched her with amusement; the scene reminded him of how she coaxed children.
"Lingzhi, are you treating my dad like a kid?" Mo Chen teased.
After listening to Chu Lingzhi, Master Mo's emotions gradually settled.
He let go of her hand and suddenly grinned, and Chu Lingzhi breathed a sigh of relief.