She followed for three days, and Gu Fei lived like this for three days, without a single change, as if he were a monk enduring hardship, and even those who practice asceticism don't suffer as much as he does.
Xiao Qiao felt uncomfortable inside; the Gu Fei she knew was knowledgeable, definitely not someone who should live such a monotonous life. He once lived life like poetry and song, indescribably wonderful, with an unspeakable charm. When did he start living this colorless life? Was it really Gu Fei? Xiao Qiao felt uneasy and wanted to tell Gu Fei that this wasn't how his past life was; he is an interesting person, someone with a story. His life should have been vibrant like clouds drifting and cranes flying, not this dullness.
