On the way down the mountain.
Seventh Master did not ask us much.
An Ning and I did not tell him what we knew, either.
The two of us barely exchanged a few words, because it was far too awkward...
She was the Ghost King's reincarnation, and I was Gongsun Jing's... And Gongsun Jing and the Ghost King's tragic romance rivaled Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai turning into butterflies and fluttering off together.
But on second thought, even if An Ning was the Ghost King's reincarnation, she was An Ning now, and I was Chen Mo!
I was already saddled with Li Fuguang's identity. Did I have to shoulder Gongsun Jing's too?
I was already split enough as it was. Now I was even more divided...
After we came down the mountain, Seventh Master might have noticed how distracted I was, so he did not let me drive.
An Ning and I sat in the back, and I felt as though the very air inside the car was filled with one word-awkward.
Once we drove back into the city, Seventh Master dropped An Ning off at the entrance to her residential complex first.
Perhaps she felt awkward too, because she did not speak to me when she left.
I kept watching her retreating figure, my feelings inexplicably complicated.
"She's already gone. Still staring?"
Seventh Master looked back at me and teased.
I turned my head, my face burning red.
"Seventh Master, what am I supposed to do..."
"I can't make sense of these relationships anymore."
Li Fuguang and I were actually Monk Daojue and Gongsun Jing.
And Li Fuguang definitely knew I was Gongsun Jing, which was why he had never spoken to me.
Perhaps he was too ashamed to speak to me.
But what did the things Monk Daojue