章 117: Rumors Will Fly

Gu Bailu stood outside for a while, refreshed by the cold wind.

Suddenly, Feng Qingtian dragged her into the pit and into his arms.

"You're almost frozen, and you still won't come in?" Feng Qingtian held her hands.

He frowned at the cold sensation.

The woman was truly willful.

He covered Gu Bailu with the grass and crawled out of the pit.

"Get some sleep. You'll be fine tomorrow."

Gu Bailu didn't speak, and watched him block the pit so that it was pitch dark.

It was less cold without the wind, but Gu Bailu couldn't fall asleep.

When she finally did, she dreamt.

Right before she saw the face of the man who launched a sword at her, she woke up.

When she fell asleep again, she dreamt of the necklace which her mother had taken from her. It seemed to be in the shape of a lotus flower, and it vanished in the magma of hell.

She didn't know why her mother threw it away.