"I'm afraid I have to suffer this lovesickness Gu for you, Xiao Luo! Don't blame me for being ruthless. If it weren't for you, how could I have ended up like this? I miss you so hard just to wait for you. I'm waiting for you to give me an answer, good or bad! But you hurt me like this."
Shen Yuanyang held the Gu bottle in his hand, but couldn't shed any tears, fearing he was too sad. When he lifted the lid, the lovesickness turned into wisps of purple smoke, drifting into Xiao Luo's eyes...
Xiao Luo, if I, Shen Yuanyang, let you go so easily, how could I treat Tuoba Ziyan? That Ziyan has been waiting for you for two hundred years; I, Shen Yuanyang, am afraid of taking this Tuoba retreat!