Gu Qingli gave her a fierce glare as she entered, carried her to the bed, and quickly covered her with the quilt.
"Why must you do this? You're making things difficult for yourself and for us. Isn't there a place for you in this vast world?"
Jueqing's lips were purple from the cold. She curled up tightly, gritting her teeth, and her stubborn gaze somewhat moved Gu Qingli.
Strictly speaking, Jueqing was still a child, younger than Gu Qingli herself, yet her determination was so strong. It was no wonder the Secret Sect had trained her as an assassin.
Gu Qingli sighed inwardly and shook her head. Her heart softened. Fine, so be it. The enmity with the Secret Sect was already established, so whether Jueqing stayed or not didn't change much. If she wants to stay, let her. Besides, I have my own plans. She would not sit idly by waiting for death, nor would she easily give her life away as she had in her previous life.
