The rain was pouring down refreshingly, imbuing those within it with a sense of rebirth, evoking the innocence and purity of childhood. Gu Fuyou tilted her face up to the rain, feeling the cool droplets splash into her eyes, bringing a slight sting. She blinked away the water and turned back, her gaze meeting the people sheltered under the eaves….
After straightening her clothes, Gu Fuyou stepped outside where a group of people had already gathered. They were among the highest-ranking slaves, like Feng Sui who was always by her side, and others seen less often, like Sixteen. Among the slaves, these dozen or so individuals commanded great respect among the slaves, always ready to respond to Gu Fuyou’s summons….
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…