Images flashed through her mind like a slideshow: every beautiful moment the original owner and Gu Ji had spent together, as well as the warm and joyful scenes of the two of them together after she transmigrated.
He was very skillful and could weave all sorts of lifelike and adorable little insects out of leaves. He was also humorous and witty, always finding ways to make her laugh.
Gu Ji would keep her secret, take her to the hot springs, and hold her hand tightly to comfort her when she felt scared.
He would also carry a full bag of sweet potatoes and walnuts and wait for her in front of the tofu shop.
The once sunny, cheerful, and energetic Gu Ji now lies peacefully asleep beneath the cold, biting earth.
She could not forget the sorrowful look on Uncle Gu Yong's face before his death, and she understood even more clearly that the person he cared about most was Gu Ji.
But she was powerless to help and ultimately couldn't save Gu Ji. Even Uncle Gu Yong eventually died at her own hands, leaving with regret...
Memories flooded back like a tidal wave, and the taut string in Su Ruanruan's mind finally snapped under the strain.
She picked up the sharp dagger that was placed next to the white cloth and slowly sank it into the water.
Why? She asked herself again and again. Why did everyone close to her leave her?
Why... Is it really true, as others say, that she is a cursed lone star?
Whether it was Su He in the past life, or Xiao Xi, Uncle Gu Yong, and Gu Ji in this life, they were all so kind, and they didn't deserve such an ending.
She closed her eyes and saw Xiao Xi and Gu Yong walking towards her.
There was also Mu Bai, dressed in snow-white robes and with an elegant demeanor, standing in the distance with his hands outstretched towards her.
The surroundings remained deathly silent, except for the gradually calming hot spring water and the ripples that slowly spread out after being stained red with blood.
The black-faced god emerged silently from the darkness, bending down to stare at the calm, still water.
Just as he thought Su Ruanruan had committed suicide, two slender, jade-like arms swiftly reached out and precisely grabbed the belt around his waist. Then they began to exert force, attempting to drag him entirely into the water.
His right hand twitched slightly, preparing to touch the dagger hanging at his waist. But the next instant, ripples appeared on the water's surface, and a woman with long, lustrous black hair and a face as beautiful as a ripe peach slowly emerged from the water. Her captivating eyes were filled with crystal-clear tears.
He paused for only a moment, before the dagger was even drawn, when the small hands that had been gripping his belt suddenly tightened their hold. He lost his balance and plunged headfirst into the water.
Two fair and delicate forearms, as white as mutton fat jade, wrapped tightly around his neck, and a faint sweet fragrance drifted into his nostrils.
However, faced with such a beautiful scene, the cold-faced black-faced god simply uttered two words: "Let go."
But to everyone's surprise, Su Ruanruan didn't let go. Instead, she clung to him like a koala, whispering seductively, "Your body is so cold..."
After she finished speaking, her bright, beautiful, and luscious lips pressed against his firm and broad chest, like a gentle and warm spring breeze in March, softly brushing against his skin.
"Let go, or don't blame me for being rude!"
Su Ruanruan's watery eyes, like deep and mysterious lakes, were filled with endless tenderness and longing as she gazed at the person before her with such gentle and affectionate eyes.
Her pink lips gently caressed his cheek as she whispered, "I recognize you, Black-faced God."
"Did Chu Ran send you to see if I've been drugged with aphrodisiac?"
Su Ruanruan licked her lips lightly, "As you can see, I feel so bad, so heartbroken..."
Her hot breath was accompanied by soft panting, and her luscious red lips were slowly brushing against his.
The black-faced god's throat bobbed involuntarily, and his face grew even more gloomy.
"Let go!" Although there were still clothes soaked with sweat between them, Su Ruanruan's burning hot skin made him feel uncomfortable.
"How can you be so clueless about romance?" Su Ruanruan raised her head, looked directly into his eyes, placed one of his hands on her slender waist, and asked provocatively, "Dare you say you have no feelings for me whatsoever?"
He may be a cold-blooded killer, but he may not necessarily be a paragon of virtue.
Su Ruanruan leaned closer to him again and whispered a few words in his ear.
Su Ruanruan only broke free when a sharp dagger was suddenly pressed against her neck.
"You really don't understand romance." Su Ruanruan watched the man walk out of the pool. Before he left, she parted her thin lips slightly and said, "I have something to ask. I don't believe anything others say, but when it comes to you... I'm willing to believe you to some extent."
The dark-faced man stopped in his tracks, his eyes cold and sharp.
"I just want to ask, was Chu Ran the mastermind behind my imprisonment back then?"
"No." He answered coldly with just two words, then turned and left.
Su Ruanruan dived into the water once again. Who exactly is the master behind Xiaoyu? If Chu Ran didn't lock her up, then who is that person?
When Ziwu came in again, she was surprised to find that Su Ruanruan had silver needles stuck in several places on her body, and her face was as red as a cherry that had just been dyed.
"puff……"
She had just changed the bedding on the soft couch to a clean set when she saw Su Ruanruan clutch her chest and spit out a mouthful of blood.
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