Gu Bailu's head was a complete mess. The truth was beyond her imagination.
She didn't want to trust Bai Yunyi at all.
But she had to. She was the only woman Feng Qingtian could touch. Though Yan Anchun had used a secret technique to create a soul identical to hers, judging from Feng Qingtian's attitude toward Yan Anchun, it was possible that he couldn't really touch her.
Gu Bailu wasn't in the mood to ask further questions. She simply chatted with Bai Yunyi and saw him off after the tea's effect wore off.
"I don't know why I keep talking about the past with you. Just consider it a story. Don't be scared," said Bai Yunyi regretfully when he saw her pale face.
"It's nothing scary. Compared with horror stories, that's just an intriguing love drama," said Gu Bailu with a smile.
After Bai Yunyi left, she locked herself in her room to sort out her complicated past life.