In that moment, Huo Shaoheng recalled what he said to Gu Nianzhi before. "Come seduce me. If you can seduce me, I'll be yours."
Gu Nianzhi's words were nearly an echo of his.
This little girl was seeking "revenge" then? Huo Shaoheng wanted to laugh, but with some more thought he realized it was even harder to let go. There seemed to be an extra little hand on his heart recently engorged with iron blood.
It kept scratching at his heart and made it feel itchy. But when he nearly couldn't take it anymore, it suddenly disappeared.
She was right in front of him in this beautiful moment, yet she was still somehow stoic like a shimmering dewdrop hanging from a willow branch in the vase of the Guanyin Bodhisattva—fresh, tender, weak, yet full of unimaginable vitality.
