Even though he thought Gu Xixi was dead, he still adhered to his promise to her. He mourned her for three years, and only after that time did he collect his emotions and return to his country to find Qiao Xia. Until then, Qiao Xia was nothing more than a responsibility to him.
A beautiful responsibility.
Mu Liang had lived for over twenty years, always decisive and swift in his actions, never hesitating over any matter. Even when he did hesitate, he was able to make the choices he believed were right.
This time, however, he hesitated.
He was going to hurt someone after all.
Gu Xixi had already lost too much.
When Qiao Xia woke up the next day, the people downstairs were mostly strangers to her.
Gu Xiaowu was there too, along with Fang Manning and Liao Mengying, and a group of men and women. She recognized Lu Bai and Lin Jingsheng—Lu Bai sat aside with a cold gaze, keeping to himself. He always looked pale, yet exceptionally handsome.
