Madam Kishin clung to Mo Yi's back and refused to come down, chatting with him all night and asking all sorts of strange questions—deadly questions like whether he thought she or Alice was prettier.
Since Madam Kishin was the only one there, Mo Yi naturally found it easy to answer—"Kishin, you're too beautiful... Ahem, I mean, you're cuter."
Compared to Alice's quiet, aloof, even somewhat reclusive nature, Madam Kishin was much cuter with how familiar, innocent, warm, and cheerful she became around people she knew.
But that did not mean Madam Kishin was better than Alice. Alice was the kind of treasure girl who hid her kindness deep inside. Once her goodness was peeled away layer by layer like an onion, one would discover her pure heart and dazzling radiance.
As for Madam Kishin?
No matter what, she was a girl who had lived through countless eons. How could she truly be as innocent, or even foolish, as she appeared on the surface?
Madam Kishin was the classic type of innocent-looking schemer. If someone mattered to her, then naturally they were wonderful. But if they were unrelated to her, she would not show much kindness. Like a true god, whether with compassion, smiles, or indifference, she merely watched the joys and sorrows of the mortal world. What did all that grief and happiness have to do with a god high above?
Alice was different. Living in the Magic Forest, she often helped humans who got lost there. Even though this had brought her plenty of malice and trouble, she remained the same. That was Alice's charm.
No matter whether she would become an adult like Madam Kishin after experiencing more in the future, Mo Yi liked the Alice she was now.
When he noticed how late it was, Mo Yi