"It's getting late, let's go back." Lu Wujiu returned to the village.
Su Jiaoniang, who was still waiting for the confession, looked puzzled.
She reached out to pull Lu Wujiu, waiting for the man to explain. Unexpectedly, she suddenly slipped and, grabbing Lu Wujiu, tumbled down the snowy slope together.
When she landed in the valley, she found a red stain on her clothes.
I reached out and touched the red color; it was indeed blood.
Lu Wujiu's eyes widened, and he gasped for breath: "Are you alright? Quickly throw away your clothes."
He wiped the blood off Su Jiaoniang's hands with his own clothes. For the first time, his usually composed face showed panic.
Time passed second by second, and Lu Wujiu looked at the person in front of him and saw that he was still a human, without any transformation or ghosts, and relaxed slightly.
At this moment, Su Jiaoniang saw the bottle that had fallen to the snow and the black dog hair stained with blood.
In a flash, she figured it out.
She waited for love, but he was thinking about exorcising ghosts.
She reached out a pair of delicate hands and placed them on Lu Wujiu's clothes, lifting him up directly: "Are you looking for death?"
As soon as Su Jiaoniang finished speaking, she grabbed Lu Wujiu and punched him.
The handsome man's expression changed slightly, but he did not dodge.
In the instant he realized what was happening, he was slapped across the face, and his perfectly fitting mask was opened a crack.
He covered his face, wanting to explain something, but suddenly had nothing to say.
She wasn't a ghost; she possessed the memories of Su Jiaoniang, and he was certain she wasn't from the Su family.
She even knows things that a scholar's daughter shouldn't know.
What exactly is she?
Lu Wujiu watched Su Jiaoniang's departing figure and fell into deep thought once again.
Su Jiaoniang returned to the courtyard, boiled water to wash herself clean, and muttered curses under her breath.
Pushing open the door, he saw Old Su, the scholar, looking worried, standing in the corridor: "Father!"
"Are you alright?" Old Scholar Su looked Su Jiaoniang up and down, making sure she was alright, before heading to his room.
Su Jiaoniang's heart, which had been ice-cold, suddenly warmed up.
She returned to her room, wrung out her hair, and tapped her forehead to see what she was thinking, still contemplating accepting that man who loved beauty more than power.
It turns out he's a complete idiot; he has no concept of beauty or power, and thinks he's met a devoted lover.
As I closed the window, I saw Lu Wujiu walking into the courtyard from outside.
She slammed the window shut and threw the man out of her sight.
Lu Wujiu stood upright, his eyes filled with confusion.
Although he didn't understand, he knew that he had gone too far today and that he should apologize.
Fortunately, I didn't realize that I had unintentionally lost an opportunity.
Otherwise... you'll regret it to death.
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