Upon hearing Gu Zhiqi's voice, Fu Wangchan felt as if he had been pulled into a new world.
In it, the landscape was beautiful, light rain fell softly, and mist enveloped the river and mountains alike. Small boats with black awnings pushed through the river, moving leisurely. The double oars sliced through the water with a leisurely grace, as a cool, moist breeze brushed against his face.
It had been a long time since he experienced such a feeling.
Fu Wangchan was once again stunned, forgetting to react.
Seeing Fu Wangchan standing there in a daze without any reaction, Gu Zhiqi was silent for a moment.
Was he scared silly because he almost lost his life?
Thinking this, Gu Zhiqi glanced at Fu Wangchan and spoke again, "Are you okay?"
This time Fu Wangchan finally reacted.
He... just fainted?
His whole body leaned against the wall, sliding slowly downward. Gu Zhiqi quickly reached out and caught him, preventing him from hitting the ground.
