"Are you a loner like me?" Gu Qiaoqiao retorted.
"Hmm?" Dongfang Yu frowned.
Gu Qiaoqiao smiled faintly, "Living to your age means your parents have died, your siblings have died, and then you watch as your friends die one by one. Most importantly, the person you love most also dies before you, while you continue living. I don't like this kind of immortality."
Heaven has already given her one life.
She can't be greedy.
Besides, she really has no interest in immortality, not even a bit.
Moreover, wanting immortality requires paying an equivalent price.
She doesn't know what Dongfang Yu's price was, but perhaps, that intolerance to cold is one part of it.
Dongfang Yu's expression gradually became solemn; Gu Qiaoqiao is only twenty years old.
How does it seem like she has seen through everything?
Faced with such conditions, anyone from the Mystic Sect would be tempted and willingly follow him.
Yet, Gu Qiaoqiao rejected him with a reason he couldn't refute.
