Healing and Memories

Yu Xiaogang looked at Bibi Dong, and light gradually returned to his eyes.

He suddenly remembered that many years ago, in Spirit Hall's library, that purple-haired girl had once said something similar to him.

"Brother Xiaogang, you've gotten thinner again. Have you been staying up late reading?"

Back then, she had smiled so gently.

"Why are you here?" Yu Xiaogang asked again, his voice clearer than before. "This is..."

"This is Qian Daoliu's Worship Hall," Bibi Dong finished for him.

Yu Xiaogang fell silent for a moment.

"I know."

He had been imprisoned here for nearly two years. Though no one had told him where this was, over time, he had pieced it together from the occasional words of the stewards delivering his meals.

Qian Daoliu's territory.

Qian Xunji's father.

"I came to take you away." Bibi Dong rose to her feet and extended a hand to him.

Yu Xiaogang looked at that hand but did not take it immediately.

He raised his head and met Bibi Dong's violet eyes.

"Where is Qian Daoliu?"

"He's not here."

"You broke in while he was away?"

Bibi Dong did not deny it.

Yu Xiaogang was silent for a while, then suddenly gave a bitter laugh.

"Doing this will bring you trouble."

"Trouble?" Bibi Dong's voice turned cold. "Have I caused too little trouble already?"

She bent down, grabbed Yu Xiaogang by the wrist, and pulled him up from the floor.

Yu Xiaogang's legs had gone weak. After being confined here for nearly two years, he had barely moved at all, and his muscles had severely atrophied.

He staggered and caught himself against the wall.

Bibi Dong did not let go. Instead, she pulled him closer.

Looking at her from so close, Yu Xiaogang suddenly noticed fine lines at the corners of her