"Cough, cough, I was wrong. Go ahead, I'm all ears—"
Hearing Mo Yi say that, Shinki smugly lifted her head slightly. Even she herself did not realize that, because she had needed to maintain her dignity at all times as the Demon God of the Underworld—remaining silent or playing the airheaded fool before her daughter Alice and Mo Yi—in the span of one short night, she had gradually returned to the tsundere, lively, noble-lady-like girl she had been years ago, full of curiosity about everything.
The changes of so many years were rapidly fading away.
"Where was I? Right, I have a friend—"
"She and her younger sister fell for the same man at the same time. Of course, due to her personality, she did not realize it, or perhaps deliberately ignored it. As long as she was with him, she felt very happy, and every day felt brand new. Naturally, she did not think too much about it. She thought that continuing to live like that with him and her sister in the future seemed rather nice too."
Drawing upon her recovered memories and a little speculation, Shinki turned it into the story of a friend and told it to Mo Yi.
Though he could not understand why Shinki was telling him this story, upon hearing such a perfect beginning, Mo Yi knew this was another story written by Old Xu.
After all, the opening was so perfect, as though it were already heading toward the ending. If Old Xu did not write it, how could the story take a turn? How could it continue?
Just like Yang Guo and Xiu Lian back then. They had been prepared to stay together atop Mount Zhongnan until old age, but in order for the story to continue, the Tool Person, Mr.