Feng Qingtian walked down the street holding Gu Bailu’s hand.
On the way, Gu Bailu attracted more attention than Feng Qingtian did, which was understandable given her unique clothes.
Her cloak and her hood had been custom-made. Nobody could buy the same clothes in Pale Emperor City.
Those clothes were in a vintage style and hadn’t been in fashion for a long time.
It was hard for passers-by not to stare at Gu Bailu.
Though she was dressed very differently from other people, they had to admit that it was a beautiful combination, especially in such freezing weather.
The thick and warm cloak, with a pretty and cute face inside, was lovable in every way.
Gu Bailu felt like yelling at them. What are you looking at! I have a spirit root now!
But she then decided to let it go. Whether or not she had a spirit root wasn’t their business, and she didn’t have to explain it to them.
She didn’t really care about them anyway.
Feng Qingtian didn’t talk much when he held her hand, but it wasn’t awkward at all.
Gu Bailu liked it when he held her hand and all his gentleness was focused on her, as he ignored all the other people in the world.
She felt very reassured even if he wasn’t talking.
Yes, she liked the sense of reassurance.
Many years later, she would remember the wonderful day when she walked down the street in Pale Emperor City with Feng Qingtian in her cloak made from fox fur.
But it was impossible to go back to the good old days, however they were missed.
If she had known that she would miss it later, Gu Bailu would’ve walked with him more often.
“Are you tired? There’s a nice store here that sells sugar water instead of tea.” Feng Qingtian stopped and stroked her hair before he asked her the question.
“Okay. Let’s give it a try.”
It wasn’t strange for sugar water to be sold here, since Nan Ningxin once lived in Pale Emperor City.
Nan Ningxin had introduced a lot of modern trends into this age. Not only had the clothes turned sexy and bold, a lot of the food had changed too.
Such innovative food had also helped her win Lady Murong’s favor.
But tricks like these weren’t nearly as useful as immense spiritual power, which could kill even the cleverest schemer easily.
When Nan Ningxin lost the Murong family’s protection and wasn’t strong enough to protect herself, she was left without any hope.
Drinking the grapefruit honey water created by Nan Ningxin, Gu Bailu asked Feng Qingtian curiously, “Honey, didn’t you recover your memories? Who did Nan Ningxin use to be? Why does she love you so much? Was there anything between the both of you?”
Feng Qingtian laid his hand on her head. “What are you thinking about? She’s beneath me.”
“What is she? Why is she beneath you?”
“She was a rabbit that I kept as I pet. She then acquired a human appearance through cultivation. I gave her a minor position, but she overestimated herself.”
Feng Qingtian was full of disdain as he spoke.
Gu Bailu’s eyes widened. “So, she’s a rabbit spirit?”
That was hilarious.
“Honey, the past sounds like fun. Tell me more about it. What was I? Was I very good? I had to be, right?”
