The group's pace remained slow as it marched toward Bu Er Temple. The slanting western sun cast a golden glow, and there was a warmth in the chill wind as if tender grass was peeking through the snow.
Ju Nanyi followed quietly, feeling unusually calm. Though reason told him the path ahead would be tough, devoid of the advantages he had in his past life, he had at least exchanged it for one truth.
Without Zheng Congyuan, Zheng Nianru had no desire to live, even seated in high status, clothed in silk, and revered by thousands, nothing could deter her pursuit of death.
Ju Nanyi was well aware that Zheng Congyuan could not be touched, at least not for now. At the very least, he now knew better what he needed to do than in his previous life.
As for the Young Master Yin He of Ghoul Ravine, Ju Nanyi didn't take him seriously; even the way Zheng Nianru looked at him revealed nothing more than a source of amusement—Ju Nanyi had seen plenty like him in his last life.
