The Gap

Li Su continued on his way.

A tail followed behind him—Cao Qian.

Her face shifted from green to white, then red to black, as though Li Su had sullied her purity.

He had planted a restriction in her mind; it was no different from placing her life in his hands.

She was not afraid of death, but neither did she want to die for nothing.

Cao Qian drew a deep breath, her chest rising and falling before she said, "State your demands, Cao Family."

Li Su ignored her and continued walking forward.

"What do you want? Don't think this is enough to control me. I'm telling you—hey, bastard!" Cao Qian wanted to keep talking, but Li Su did not stop. He walked quickly toward the depths of the river. She could not help but curse under her breath. Though she dearly wished to turn around and leave, in the end, she could only chase after him.

Of course, it was not as though she had never considered leaving to find someone to remove the restriction.

But the moment she went more than three thousand meters away from him, her head would immediately feel as though it were splitting apart, a pain worse than death.

She chased after Li Su swiftly, not daring to stray too far from him.

After all, that headache was no joke. Even with her willpower, she could hold out for at most three seconds before collapsing.

It hurt too much.

If it lasted even slightly longer, she would practically wish for a hammer to smash her own brains apart.

Before they had walked far, her communicator rang.

Cao Qian quickly took it out. It was her ancestor.

She answered it.

"Qian'er? Are you all right?" It was Cao Quan, his voice somewhat urgent.

"Ancestor, I'm fine,"