"What’s wrong? Did I say something incorrect, or do you regret what you’ve just said?" Yang Ruxin noticed that he seemed to be in a daze and couldn’t help but poke his nose and stroke his face, even fantasizing about what he would look like with a beard when he got old. He would definitely be a handsome old man.
"I will never regret the words I’ve spoken to you," Gu Qingheng grasped her mischievous hand. "The reason I didn’t say anything just now was because when I heard you say ’this place,’ I didn’t quite know how to respond, making it seem as though you’re not from around here..."
Yang Ruxin’s heart skipped a beat. She wasn’t being careful with her words again, but thankfully it was Gu Qingheng, so she let her guard down and breathed a sigh of relief, "What if I told you that I’m really not from this place, would you be afraid of me?"
Gu Qingheng suddenly laughed, "Not from here? Where are you from then?"
"For example, I might be... a ghost, a monster, or perhaps... a fairy from the heavens," Yang Ruxin widened her eyes as she looked at Gu Qingheng, "Or I could be someone from a thousand years in the future, who has come back to life by possessing a corpse or something like that..."
Gu Qingheng tightened his grip on Yang Ruxin’s hand involuntarily, "I don’t care if you are a monster, a fairy, or whatever, Xinxin, I’m telling you, you have to take me with you wherever you go. You are not allowed to leave on your own, don’t even think about it..." At that moment, he suddenly felt an inexplicable fear. He didn’t believe she was a monster or a fairy, but that last bit about possession genuinely unsettled him. Although scholars aren’t superstitious, some things are inexplicable, and he couldn’t imagine living his days without her.
"Silly," Yang Ruxin’s heart warmed as she touched his face, "I was just joking; did you take it seriously? If I were a monster or a ghost, I would have already flayed and drained the blood of those who bullied me..."
Yet Gu Qingheng’s brows remained furrowed, "I don’t care; no matter if you ascend to the heavens or burrow underground, I will follow you. You can’t escape from me."
"Alright, I’ll take you with me wherever I go, happy now?"
But Gu Qingheng suddenly sat up and hugged her tightly to him with such force... as if he wanted to meld her into his own body.
Yang Ruxin just let him hold her, sighing in her heart that this time-travel journey had been worth it. Could this be considered true love?
Just then, a commotion arose outside.
Yang Ruxin hastily pushed Gu Qingheng away and draped a robe over him.
Then someone rushed in, slamming the door shut, followed by a woman’s voice, "Young Master Qi, it’s Yang Baihe. Please, come out..."
Yang Ruxin’s eyes widened, and she glanced at Gu Qingheng’s sly smile, finally understanding why he had said he had a way to send those two Princes packing yesterday. So Gu Yao had gone to inform Yang Baihe. What a brilliant idea, a victory without a fight. Her man was devious in such a sophisticated way, and she loved it.
"Xinxin, Miss Yang, Miss Yang, you’re in there, right? Please help me, keep your cousin from pestering me..." Qi Jingyi, after all, didn’t have the gall to barge into the room and was just pleading from the door. Yang Baihe was too frightening; luckily, he had been quick on his feet, otherwise, he would have ended up in her clutches, and that would have disgusted him to death, wouldn’t it?