Gu Yuze sniffed and seemed to catch a fresh, mellow fragrance like fine wine. Even though the fragrance was faint to the point it was almost nonexistent, it still caused the bones in his entire body to feel weak, and it was like a playful little hand was scratching his heart, causing a burning feeling to be unable to refrain from emerging from the depths.
What do you desire? A voice seemed to whisper in his soul.
What does he desire? It was like his life was an open book for him to look through. The question whispered over and over again in his mind.
What would he sell his soul to get? What does he want above anything else?
Money. No. He loved money but he could get it from anywhere. Revenge. Gu Yuze wanted to laugh. The incident with Zhong Yu kept playing in his mind. It was annoying but Gu Yuze had been through worse than that, he had faced more alienation than that. He would deal with Zhong Yu himself as long as he got stronger.
