That night, Mo Beichen sat at the foot of the mountain all night. The cool night air was in stark contrast to his current mood. After returning from the mountain, Mo Beichen seemed like a different person and didn't go looking for Buhui.
Gu Qian went back to work at the hotel after resting for two days. No matter how cruel the world was to her, she had run away for four years and needed to face it again, to face Shen Changqing's death and her entanglement with Mo Beichen.
Everything seemed to return to the starting point. Yan Luoxi was initially worried about her, suggesting she rest for two more days, but Gu Qian firmly refused, "Sister Luoxi, I've been avoiding it for too long. I don't want to keep running away."
"Qianqian..."
"Sister Luoxi, from now on, you should call me Buhui. Gu Qian was buried in that mudslide four years ago." Gu Qian raised her head, her eyes showing indescribable sadness.
