Gu Youyou finally understood why Jin Zijin hated her father and also discovered who the beauty in the painting that Marquess had her draw was.
Closing the book, a crystal-clear tear hung at the corner of Gu Youyou's eye, while Lun Tong sitting beside her had already burst into tears.
"Miss Gu, you see, I didn't lie to you, did I? Isn't this story particularly touching?"
"Indeed, it's very touching." Gu Youyou sighed, "Who was the woman who stayed by her side at the end? Don't tell me it was you."
"Yes, yes." Lun Tong nodded incessantly, saying, "It was me. In the last half-year of her life, when she was on her deathbed, I came to Qi Mountain and found her by chance, so I kept her company for half a year.
She knew I loved collecting all sorts of stories. To thank me for my companionship over the past half-year, she told me her story when she was on the brink of death."
Gu Youyou eyed Lun Tong from top to bottom, shivering involuntarily.