After Yu Xiaogang left, Bibi Dong looked at the empty room, feeling somewhat dazed for a moment.
She did not understand why she always encountered things like this.
The Yu Xiaogang of today seemed to have changed, becoming someone she no longer recognized. Xiao Gang had once been so gentle and kind, yet the man who had just appeared before her could not distinguish right from wrong.
Had the Xiao Gang from before been an act all along?
No, impossible.
Bibi Dong felt a deep terror. She dared not imagine any of this, dared not let her thoughts stray in that direction. Back when Qian Xunji had torn her and Xiao Gang apart, her sole conviction for staying alive had been Yu Xiaogang.
She had wanted to end everything with death, but if she had died then, Qian Xunji would have cut Yu Xiaogang into a thousand pieces.
It was precisely because of this that she had endured so much pain and survived, climbing step by step to the position of Pope of Spirit Hall. She had even wanted to surpass Qian Daoliu and gather all of Spirit Hall's power into her own hands.
And the sole driving force sustaining all this was hatred-the hatred born from having her love with Yu Xiaogang torn apart.
She wanted revenge on many people. She wanted Yu Xiaogang to live safely under her protection. She wanted to control her own destiny.
To a certain extent, Yu Xiaogang had been Bibi Dong's reason for staying alive.
But that Yu Xiaogang was the gentlemanly image Yu Xiaogang had used despicable methods to present before the innocent Bibi Dong. That image was what Bibi Dong cared about most.
And once she learned that everything she had once cared about was a pile of shit, that the