Zuo Xiangning turned her head to look at the small courtyard, which was about to be reduced to ashes, her heart torn as if by knives, her tears falling like rain.
She had, after all, harmed Lingxiao.
"You're actually crying for him?" Gu Zhiqing lifted her chin, staring at her tear-streaked face with uncontrollable anger, he barked, "Do you wish to die with him? Do you want to join him in death, to fly side by side like a pair of birds?"
Zuo Xiangning's watery eyes glared at him with full hatred.
"Too bad, whether you're alive or dead, you can only be with me!" Gu Zhiqing pinched her face, saying cruelly, "I have had spells cast; I want you to be with me in every single lifetime."
"Young Master! Someone is coming!" someone shouted nervously from outside the door.
Gu Zhiqing walked up to Zuo Xiangning, chopped her on the back of her neck, and her eyes slowly closed as her body went limp and fell.