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Pei Xiaoxiao spoke as she removed the veil from Dong Lai, revealing a scar on her forehead that resembled a centipede lying flat.
Gu Ping's heart trembled. What kind of feeling was that? It was like a perfect crystal had been chipped, like a knife had been plunged into his heart, like he had suddenly fallen into water, the icy sensation spreading from his core contrasting sharply with the hope in her eyes.
"Is it ugly? I don't deny it," she said with a smile, looking at Gu Ping. "Can you accept that?"
Gu Ping shook his head, unable to resist the urge to reach out and touch the scar on her face. Just as his hand was about to make contact with the grotesque mark, Liu Lao Jiu behind him pulled him back. Gu Ping snapped back to reality and asked, "What does the young lady want?"
"Can you take me with you?" The question surfaced in Gu Ping's mind. If he had taken her with him back then, perhaps this situation wouldn’t have arisen, and she wouldn’t have been taken away by that Old Prince.
"Can you take me with you?" Pei Xiaoxiao asked again.
Gu Ping swallowed hard, suddenly feeling dry in his throat. There was no taste in his mouth, as if a tear had fallen in and left a bitter sensation.
He shook his head but didn’t refuse. If he could return, he would definitely take her away. He wanted to believe that he would come back for her—he had to.
Pei Xiaoxiao nodded and put the veil back on. She believed him; she suddenly felt that this person before her wouldn’t deceive her. He would surely return for her. This thought made Pei Xiaoxiao even happier; she felt as if life was beginning to improve, the colors around her vibrant and filled with laughter.
Could he have taken her with him? If he had taken Pei Xiaoxiao back then, would she have been happier? Would she have simply removed the veil from her face? If he had taken her away from Tuan City, would things have turned out better? At least they wouldn’t have run into those people behind them.
Gasping, Pei Xiaoxiao felt that in Gu Ping's eyes, he was no different from a dog. Life and death seemed to hold the same weight for him.
As for Jie Donglai, who could it be? Gu Ping glanced at the people around him. Liu Donghui had seen him copy the Light Path Classic, and Ancient Words had not exposed him. "I don't deny it," he thought, seeing himself as a mere horseman. Chu Liange looked at him as if he were not even his son.
When Gu Ping left, he thought of his parents. What about those people? Were they part of his so-called mission? Did he have even a shred of selfishness? He was completely unaware that some had lost their lives inexplicably, or perhaps were seeking to lose their lives.
He suddenly felt very cruel, but what could he do? How could Gu Ping know what the Dao Canon represented? How could he know that so many were watching that Dao Canon? How could he know that those people would stop at nothing?
Now that she knew, should she give up? It seemed impossible for Coco. Gu Ping suddenly wanted to live; he had never felt such a desperate desire to survive. It felt as if his life was slipping away from him, yet he sought to cling to it. Gu Ping realized that living in this world was akin to being trapped under the Legs Covering the Sky, where the Daoist Sect controlled everything with disdain, fighting against those so-called layers of society.
What reason did Buqi have? Now Gu Ping sought to live, feeling like a solitary boat adrift in the vast ocean, without even a paddle to push him forward. Dark clouds gathered ahead while fierce winds stirred up monstrous waves behind him. He could only hold tightly to that glimmer of hope as he struggled to survive in the boundless sea.
Liu Donghui watched Gu Ping deep in thought and suddenly felt a wave of sorrow for the young man before him. He felt pity for Gu Ping; originally, Coco had a bright future ahead, but now it seemed all ruined. Was Heaven truly unable to bear seeing anyone do well?
Ancient Words didn’t know what to say either. He could sense Gu Ping's despair, but what could he do? Liu Donghui had overheard their conversation and knew that regarding that matter, he probably couldn’t help much.
The willows by the roadside rustled softly, as if singing a mournful tune about a solitary boat drifting in the vast ocean, reminiscing about those who had long departed from their lives.
Gu Ping trembled as he handed a piece of paper to Liu Donghui and fixed his gaze on him. "Help me with this," he said urgently. "Make sure Yang Yan doesn’t see what I copied from the Dao Canon."
Liu Donghui was about to take the information from Gu Ping when he heard his words and froze. Damn it! He thought; I’m already seeking death and bringing disaster upon them.
Gu Ping said nothing more but grasped Liu Donghui’s leg tightly, looking into his eyes.
Liu Donghui shut her mouth and took the thick dossier, nodding slightly. She had him convey a message to me, and now he felt that he wouldn't tell me anymore.
Fine.
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