CHAPTER 1223: CHAPTER 1217: CHANGE OF HEART

After Lin Qianqing was rescued, she fled to Xining and finally settled down.

Everyone thought she had gone to Lingnan, no one expected her to make a surprise return and run off to Xining instead.

During her escape, Lin Qianqing learned who the person was who had taken her away, and thinking back to the words Gu Youyou once said, she could only give a bitter smile.

It turns out being kidnapped by bandits is really not a good thing.

And she had said that no matter who she took a fancy to, she might be able to lend a hand, except for this one person.

Turns out it’s Jin Ziyuan, a man with no future. Getting involved with such a person could lead to the whole Lin Residence being branded as rebels if word got out.

"You are now in the identity of a rebel. I heard that Xining is the most ruthless in capturing the remains of Prince Five’s followers. Why would you still run to this place?"

Ziyuan replied with a faint smile, "Haven’t you heard that the most dangerous place is often the safest?"

Lin Qianqing looked up at his face, clear and luminous like colored glaze, as if it would shatter upon a single touch. Had she not seen him, she couldn’t imagine that a man could look like this.

As if Ziyuan saw through her thoughts, he said, "Your cousin is very fair as well. People like us are sick."

Lin Qianqing was stunned and she lowered her head, "You know my cousin?"

Ziyuan did not deny it, "I know her, so I saved you along the way."

"Are you very familiar with her?"

"Familiar indeed!" Ziyuan laughed and said, "Didn’t I tell you? We are the same kind of people, suited for living in darkness, the type that sleeps in coffins."

"Sleep in coffins?"

Lin Qianqing was utterly surprised. To be honest, she was not very familiar with Gu Youyou; she knew very little about her past. She only knew her father had a sister, and that aunt had an only daughter who was unwell and couldn’t even leave her house, which is why her father couldn’t bring her to Beijing, but could only have the Qiu official’s family visit her each year.

As for what illness she had, Qianqing did not know. She couldn’t understand it either.

But now, looking at the man before her... she truly felt that they were the same kind of people.

Their skin was whiter than that of ordinary people, a different kind of pale---like treasures buried deep underground that shone dazzlingly for a moment when they emerged into the sunlight from endless darkness.

Just as he said, sleeping in coffins.

"Yes, sleeping in coffins."

He said, "I was sleeping in a coffin then, and she suddenly appeared in my grave, in my coffin. My coffin was large; there was room for one more, and I gladly shared my coffin with her.

But she disliked it, tried all she could to run away, and eventually, she succeeded. She ran. Had she run by herself, it would have been fine, but she destroyed my grave, my coffin, and dragged me out with her..."

Jin Ziyuan kept talking nonstop about things Lin Qianqing found hard to understand.

Like sleeping in coffins? Why would they need to sleep in coffins?

And her cousin’s experiences were all unknown to her.

Through Jin Ziyuan’s words, Lin Qianqing learned about another Gu Youyou, the side of her that she was unaware of.

The Gu Youyou he described was completely different from the one she remembered, just as he said, like a different person.

But from the happy smile in his eyes, she could tell what kind of presence her cousin held in his heart.

She could say that the glimpse from that year had made her heart flutter like a startled deer. But so many years had passed, and that initial spark had long been extinguished by the cold and desolate Prince Jin Residence.