Zhao Su paid Bibi Dong no further attention. He turned, sat down beside the table, and poured himself a cup of water.
"Well? Didn't you want to look?"
"Bibi Dong, do you really think you're worth so little?"
Zhao Su sneered and said coldly to Bibi Dong, "Then if someone else could help you hunt a hundred-thousand-year soul beast, would you trade your body for that too?"
"What do you mean?"
"Exactly what I said." Zhao Su continued, "If that's the case, I imagine plenty of people would be willing to hunt soul beasts for you. You don't care anyway!"
With that, Zhao Su ignored Bibi Dong, rose, and strode out of the room.
Standing there, watching Zhao Su leave, Bibi Dong found tears slipping down her face.
The harm Qian Xunji had inflicted on her all those years ago had turned her entire life into a tragedy.
She no longer trusted anyone, believing that anyone who treated her well had something to gain.
She had sealed off her heart.
She let no one into her heart and rejected every gesture of care.
That afternoon, aboard a luxurious carriage speeding down the road, the atmosphere between Zhao Su and Bibi Dong was painfully awkward.
Bibi Dong had regained her icy demeanor, keeping everyone a thousand miles away. Not a flicker of emotion crossed her face.
Leaning beside the carriage window, Zhao Su wanted to find a topic to break the awkward silence.
But he had no idea what to say.
"I'm sorry. What I said today went too far!"
"It has nothing to do with you. You were right. The problem is mine."
Bibi Dong was utterly calm now, and even her voice carried no trace of emotion.
There was not a hint of life in it.
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