Li Xia gave Mo Shaolin a push, and he finally snapped back to reality.
"Xiaxia, when did you get here?"
Li Xia touched her own face, looking frail and wronged: "Brother Shaolin, look at what Huo Siyu did to my face, it hurts so much. How could she behave like that, just like a shrew."
Mo Shaolin's gaze was desolate; he wasn't as attentive and caring as usual, not even offering her a single word of concern.
Mo Shaolin's behavior made Li Xia somewhat angry.
Had Huo Siyu ensnared Mo Shaolin's soul?
"Brother Shaolin, what's wrong with you? What did Huo Siyu want with you? Seeing her dressed all in black, did someone in her family die?"
Mo Shaolin was taken aback, his face and tone both cold as he said: "Xiaxia, I'm very tired today, I can't keep you company. You should go back first."
Mo Shaolin turned and went back into the house, without continuing the conversation with Li Xia.
Li Xia, feeling the hot pain on her face, left angrily.