Gu Changsheng left gracefully, winding his way out of the flower garden. Every step he took seemed to strike Luo Xiaogong right at her heart.
"Thirty-five, thirty-five..."
"Aren't you usually quite chatty? Why aren't you showing off your abilities now?"
"Go on, capture him for me. If you can pry the secret from his lips, I'll strike it rich!"
However, good upbringing told her she couldn't do that. In her heart, though, she was mostly curious about Gu Changsheng and wanted to understand him—as if opening layer after layer of nested boxes, waiting for the last one to reveal its secret.
It wasn't until his figure had disappeared from her sight that she finally lowered her head in frustration and once again squatted in front of the Zijinteng in a trance...
Thirty-five approached silently and observed the subtle changes in the Zijinteng. "It seems, it's really come to life?"
"Scram, you good-for-nothing!" Luo Xiaogong snapped irritably.
Thirty-five, "???"
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