The night of the desolate sky, a deep voice.
Qiao Xiguan silently watched Gu Zichen, observing his reserved temperament that exuded a terrifying aura.
"Enough." Ai Qing laughed frantically, "But how do you plan to change it?! Suicide?!"
Gu Zichen's composed face remained quiet as he gazed at Ai Qing's grim face, "Alright."
"Gu Zichen!" Qiao Xiguan called him, somewhat agitated, "If you commit suicide, Ai Qing won't let me go either!"
"How do you know me so well?!" Ai Qing gave an evil grin, seemingly appreciating Qiao Xiguan's insight.
"You devil, if you want to die, just go die yourself, dragging us with you, you're a ****ing lunatic!" Qiao Xiguan cursed angrily!
"Lunatic?! It's the first time someone has described me this way." Ai Qing mused thoughtfully.
Qiao Xiguan was nearly driven mad by Ai Qing's infuriating demeanor.
