Xiao Qinghe let out a long breath, but Ouyang Chong was still seething. "So Junior Brother Bai and Xiao Qinghe really did swap souls, and you were responsible?"
"Mo Yan never told me that medicine would have side effects. I was kept in the dark too!" Ouyang Susu bit her lip, looking deeply aggrieved.
"Senior Brother Xiao brewed that Peach Blossom Wine. What if the wine was the problem? Master Yu Qing was supposed to love me. I only wanted to hear what was in his heart. I never meant to hurt him. Was even that wrong?"
"You!" Ouyang Chong raised his hand high, but in the end, he could not bring himself to strike her.
"No... Qinghe... don't..."
Bai Yuqing suddenly murmured in his sleep.
He still wore Xiao Qinghe's face, which was deathly pale.
Whatever he was dreaming of, fine beads of sweat covered his forehead, and strange words slipped from his lips now and then.
No matter how the others called to him, he would not wake, as though something had trapped him in a nightmare.
"Master Yu Qing, don't be afraid. Su Su will stay with you." Overcome with emotion, Ouyang Susu stepped forward and embraced him.
To her surprise, Bai Yuqing trembled as though resisting her, murmuring over and over, "My disciple... Qinghe..."
The wound on his chest tore open from his violent resistance.
Blood stained his white robes, a horrifying sight.
Yet Ouyang Susu only grew angry and held him tighter. "Senior Brother Xiao again! Why is it him even in your dreams? You were supposed to be mine! Don't call for Qinghe. Call for Su Su! Master Yu Qing, call for Su Su!"
"Qinghe... Qinghe..."
"Not Qinghe! Su Su!"
Humiliated and furious, Ouyang Susu shook his shoulders violently, trying to shake him awake.