He clenched the paper cranes in his hand and didn't dare to look up.
She was afraid that Gu Xingyun would see the tears gradually gathering in her eyes.
With the passage of time, his regrets were filled silently.
When I was a child, I was hiding in the corner watching others giving each other paper cranes, and suddenly Gu Xingyun’s smiling face appeared.
"Master, do you like this gift? If not...it's still early, I'll make something else. What would you like, Master?"
Gu Xingyun asked.
The chain that was originally used to tie people up just fell there casually, and no one cared.
Yan Huailiu gathered the pile of paper cranes in his hands and replied in a muffled voice, "That's enough. Nothing else is needed."
Gu Xingyun immediately stepped forward and held his face in his hands: "Why are you crying?"
"Because these are so ugly, it hurts my eyes, they are so ugly."
Yan Huailiu slapped his hand away, found an empty box from the small cabinet beside the bed, and put the paper cranes in it.
Although he said he was disgusted, his actions were extremely gentle.
Gu Xingyun could see that he didn't mean what he said, so he continued, "Yes, disciple, I will fold it more beautifully next time. I'll beg Master to keep it for now."
Yan Huailiu put the box away, suddenly stood up and hugged him, responding in a low voice.
"Thank you. I like it very much."
Gu Xingyun's breathing suddenly became rapid.
This was completely different from what he had planned, not even a little bit similar.
He had no idea how to deal with it.
It shouldn't be like this.
He hugged her back tightly, then let go, his eyes so fragile that it seemed as if he would completely collapse in the next second.
He looked at Yan Huailiu and asked, "Master, you don't understand what I mean, right?"
"I mean, I want to lock you up here so that you can never go out again. Apart from my disciples, you will never see anyone else, including my fellow apprentices, my junior uncle, and even the two pets that Master keeps."
His eyelashes trembled, and his gaze shifted to the jade pendant on Yan Huailiu's waist. He endured the pain and said the following words.
"I can only see my disciples and endure their torture every day. I can neither live nor die..."
These words sounded like they were read out of a storybook, without any sincerity or threat in the tone.
When I looked up again, I saw Yan Huailiu's face, which had turned red without me noticing.
Gu Xingyun:?
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