Qiao Zhi had let out a small laugh that sounded more like a sigh. "A lot, huh." She had tilted her head back slightly, staring at the ceiling with its faint cracks and water stains from old leaks. "So every time we finish a life, you are going to leave first, and I will have to go running after your soul again."
"You do not have to," Gu Yangjin had said quickly, reaching out to take her hand. "If you want to rest in between, I can handle some of it alone once I am stronger. You have already done so much for me."
Qiao Zhi had turned her head and looked at her like she was an idiot. "Do you hear yourself? You think I would let you wander around alone while pieces of you are still scattered who knows where? No way." Her tone had been light, even teasing, but the determination in her eyes was firm.
