Everyone thought that Jiang Wan returned to the Su family to seize the position of the eldest lady.
Only Su Xingyao knew that this real daughter who came back from Miao territory crawled into her bed in the middle of the night, traced circles along her collarbone with her cold fingertips, and said in a soft and soft voice:
"Sister, if you run away once, the Gu insect will move one inch to your heart. If it moves seven inches, you will be mine forever."
Su Xingyao ran away, made trouble, and subdued him, but it was useless. The poison worms burrowed deeper and deeper into her veins, and Jiang Wan stared harder and harder.
She thought her life was over.
Until that day, Jiang Wanggu's poison backfired and she fell into a coma. Su Xingyao locked herself in the bathroom with a fruit knife in her hand. She gritted her teeth, cut open the flesh, and dug out the bloody Concentric Gu from her heart. My whole body was shaking with pain, and not a single tear fell.
From then on, she disappeared from the world, and even the Su family could not find her.
They met again two years later. Jiang Wang stood in front of her. He was so thin that he lost his appearance, his black hair was cut short, and his whole face was drained of vitality. She held a dark red natal Gu in front of Su Xingyao's eyes, and her voice was as hoarse as sandpaper:
"I used to trick you into loving me. Now I'll give you my life in exchange for your return."
Su Xingyao looked down at her embarrassed appearance on the ground and didn't speak for a long time.
Finally, she moved away from the trembling hand and only threw two words:
"It's late."
