If you really are Gu Qian, I will never let go of your hand for the rest of my life!
Mo Beichen's resolute words echoed in her ears. Buhui, barely falling asleep, was startled awake by these words. She thought about escaping, running to the mountains again, or fleeing into a temple—somewhere he could never find her.
But fate has its ways; even if she escapes, where can she really go?
The next day, Buhui got up with dark circles under her eyes. She took a gray linen dress from her suitcase, resembling a monk's robe, that reached her ankles and wore soft-bottom gray handmade shoes to go out.
This dress was bought when Yan Luoxi took her shopping. Yan Luoxi's original intention was to buy her something colorful, but she didn't like those flashy clothes, feeling they looked frivolous.
Yan Luoxi was at a loss and finally let her have her way, merely offering a suggestion.
