"Hah."
At that moment, it was as though something gently supported Bibi Dong's body. Her back relaxed slightly, and even the weight that had been hanging over her shoulders lightened by a fraction.
She slowly exhaled, then drew another breath, as if trying to identify something distant yet familiar within that scent.
It carried Gu Linyuan's not-unpleasant body odor, along with a faint, acrid scent of sweat.
Yet Bibi Dong seemed to be enjoying it.
If Gu Linyuan had been here, he would have been utterly shocked.
He had wondered where the clothes he had left outside had gone, assuming Zhu Qing had taken them to be washed.
But he never would have imagined they had ended up in Bibi Dong's hands.
Still, Gu Linyuan might not have been too surprised by Bibi Dong's actions.
In the original story, Bibi Dong had engaged in similar performance art. If she could not have the man she loved, then smelling his scent would do.
What Gu Linyuan would never have expected, however, was that Bibi Dong would develop such twisted feelings for him.
But Bibi Dong seemed to have always had a particular fondness for love that could not see the light.
She greatly enjoyed that kind of secret love, the kind that could not be known by outsiders.
Just like what she had with Yu Xiaogang.
Actually.
Gu Linyuan had not thought deeply enough about it before.
Bibi Dong's feelings for Yu Xiaogang were not simply born of rebellion. Rather, she enjoyed the emotions that felt like walking a tightrope.
Being with Yu Xiaogang—if outsiders found out, it would cause a massive upheaval within Spirit Hall. Countless people would be shocked and oppose her... Bibi Dong probably liked exactly that.
It was a kind of performance art.
Just like those performance