There were so many times when he punished other people when she was by his side. She wanted to beg on their behalf, but had never dared to.
Because of that, the people whom he killed often cried out to her in her dreams, asking her why she didn’t stand up for them.
Gu Bailu petted her and said, “Well done, but what’s going on? How exactly does Lu Fenying want the plum blossoms to be restored?”
They were just plum blossoms. Was there anything special about them?
“Master, you can climb the building over there and find out. I’ll have them restore the plum blossoms.”
Qian’er staggered back to her feet. She was as weak as ever, but she felt that she was confident. There was nothing to be afraid of. Lu Fenying didn’t seem so insurmountable a hurdle when she was no longer scared of death.
Looking at the servants who were still on their knees, Qian’er said softly, “You, get up and come with me.”
Curiously, Gu Bailu hurried to follow Lu Fenying up the building.
Lu Fenying was clearly still furious as he emitted a suffocating pressure where he was standing. Gu Bailu simply kept several meters away from the lunatic as she looked down.
Instantly, her eyes widened in delight; observed from above, the plum blossoms were in the shape of a heart. Because of the missing plum blossoms, there was a tiny black spot in the heart, which ruined its beauty.
Who would have thought that the plum blossoms would be planted in such a creative way?
Wasn’t it Qian’er who planted them?
Did Lu Fenying hate the people who had wrecked this heart so much because he cared for the person who planted the plum blossoms, or because of this unique heart shape?
He didn’t like plum blossoms, and obviously, neither did Su Muwei. If she did, everybody in the house would’ve cherished the plum blossoms too much for Gu Bailu to move them.
He didn’t like the plum blossoms, yet he cared about them. So, it could only be that he cared for the person who planted them.
So, was it possible that Lu Fenying had feelings for Qian’er?
Gu Bailu took a peek at Lu Fenying, who was gorgeous in a different way from Feng Qingtian. Feng Qingtian’s beauty was natural and captivating, whereas Lu Fenying was exotic and unusual. His curly long hair, in particular, made him even more bewilderingly alluring.
Yet it wasn’t the same allure that Gu Yunjing had; instead, he was as mysterious as a flower in the mist.
One look at him could capture a person’s heart.
His eyes were fixed on the plum blossoms the entire time. Clearly, they mattered a lot to him.
The servants never knew that he liked the plum blossoms, probably because he had never given the slightest indication, or nobody would’ve dared to move the things he liked.
He cared so much for the plum blossoms, but never showed it.
Such a man was truly perplexing.
When the missing plum blossoms were restored, the heart was filled in perfectly without a gap.
The yellow heart was warm and soothing, like fire in the cold winter.
An unusual expression flashed in Lu Fenying’s long eyes. He turned around and looked at Gu Bailu. “Exactly who is your disciple?”
Gu Bailu chuckled. “My disciple is just my disciple. If you want to look into our backgrounds, be my guest.”
After all, she had been to a Daoist temple before she came here and made arrangements for her and Qian’er’s backgrounds.
She wouldn’t be scared even if anyone investigated.
