Gu Fuyou reappeared after half a day, her hand clutching a red book adorned with gold lettering. In the room, Zhong Michu was delicately playing a zither, her fingers weaving a clear and melodious tune. The soft, white silk of her sleeves fluttered gently, each movement resonating with Gu Fuyou’s heart. As Zhong Michu’s hands danced over the zither strings,…
“How can it help if you go?” Gu Fuyou laid on Zhong Michu’s legs, calm and obedient. Zhong Michu looked down. Outside, she was a fierce beast with icy eyes, but now she was smooth and stretched out, lazily nestling in Zhong Michu’s arms, her eyes half-closed. Zhong Michu affectionately stroked her long hair, “Since they want to reason, then…
Gu Fuyou spent several days in Xian Luo, her attention turned away from the outside world. Yet, the world did not forget about her. She found solace under a large banyan tree, where sunlight danced through the leaves, creating patterns of light and shadow. There, she idly ran her fingers over the mossy trunk, lost in thought. Behind her, Feng…
Qing Zhe approached. Gu Fuyou turned around, her eyes red with fury as she glared at him, a stark contrast to her tenderness towards Zhong Michu. It seemed as if she would attack him if he took one more step. Qing Man said, “There might still be hope for her, but if you delay any longer, there won’t be.” Upon…
As the three saw Zhuyan awakening, they gasped in shock, too preoccupied to notice Gu Fuyou’s strange behavior. Qing Zhe shouted, “What are you waiting for? Hurry and replace the formation’s core now!” Gu Fuyou, who had been holding her head low with slumped shoulders, suddenly stood up straight, lifting her head. Zhong Michu’s brows knitted with concern, sensing something…