Gu Chi: [...]
Listening to everyone else's thoughts, then listening to his own lord's thoughts, was truly disorienting. Everyone else was thinking about how to scheme for their side, borrow the Assembly of Gods' connections and resources to strike at their opponents, and win the struggle. Only his lord was thinking about how to work overtime and compete in overwork.
She had extended her little, wicked hand for profiting off others to the Assembly of Gods.
At the thought of being able to hold Court Sessions anytime and anywhere in the future—even if he was sent down to serve locally, he would still have to clock in without fail every day and communicate with his lord—he felt miserable. If he did his work well, he might earn a few smiles. If he did poorly, he would have to listen to her roar and curse people in all manner of styles.
Gu Chi's already unhealthy complexion grew even more sickly.
That fragile, sickly look, as though he might stop breathing the very next moment, inspired pity. Even strangers could not remain hard-hearted and would secretly sweat for him. Beside him, Luan Xin had both hands tucked into his sleeves, watching Gu Chi's abnormality from the corner of his eye.
Luan Xin could not stand seeing Gu Chi well, but neither did he want Gu Chi to kick the bucket over the New Year. That would be terribly inauspicious. "Where do you feel unwell?"
Gu Chi covered his cough with his sleeve.
He murmured, "The future is so dark, it feels as though life itself has no hope."
Luan Xin had no idea what nonsense he was spouting. He only confirmed one thing—Gu Chi was not about to die—then withdrew his sidelong glance and continued observing their surroundings. Though he did not