Gu Changsheng's expression changed slightly, but Qiwowen Du didn't notice at all. Always a chatterbox, Qiwowen Du saw Gu Changsheng's expression shift and assumed she understood him. He instantly grew even more spirited, "Oh, you actually understand what I'm saying? Let me tell you, those two idiots with me don't get what I'm saying. They always accuse me of being capricious and headstrong, but little do they know, in these delicate times, escaping from the Nomadic tribe is the best choice. The rivalry between the Southern Emperor and Northern Mongolian is a big ghost fight; little ghosts suffer. Is this turbulent journey a good one? They say I'm irresponsible, but can I really shoulder such responsibilities?"
Gu Changsheng's bright, exquisite face was fixed on the incessantly talking, dark-skinned Qiwowen Du. The scrutinizing look in her eyes gradually disappeared!
This person, although he's a bit of a natural chatterbox, is unexpectedly quite transparent!
