"Ah, I don't really know how to say this, but it's pretty awkward right now."
"Stop the chit-chat," Jing Yuan buried himself in the blanket, "It doesn't get any warmer than twenty degrees at the peak of Kunlun, and it's still very cold at night."
Gu Tao always believed that drawing lots or rolling dice was one way for the heavens to solve problems through human hands—absolutely fair and just. Whoever gets picked, gets picked. For instance, when Xiuling drew the lot and caught the little cat, the cat was so frightened that it revealed its true form, but it still got honestly dragged into the room by the scruff of its neck. Then there was... Jing Yuan drawing Gu Tao.
She couldn't accept it at the time, but since it was Heaven's will, there was nothing she could do about it, and besides, it was much better than ending up with Xiuling, no matter how you looked at it.
