The two stepped out of the ancestral hall simultaneously.
Outside the hall, Gu Zhiqi was lazily leaning against the outer courtyard wall, one foot lifted and resting against it, a languid expression on her face as she looked down in a daze.
In front of Gu Zhiqi stood a tall figure.
Su Yunling stood straight in front of Gu Zhiqi, glancing down at her with his eyes slightly lowered, holding a raised umbrella in his hand.
The sun was rather intense today, and the umbrella in his hand perfectly enveloped Gu Zhiqi in its shade.
Seeing this scene, Ling Muyan paused slightly in her steps.
If, back then, that person also had her in his heart, and wanted to be like Su Yunling was to Gu Zhiqi, would she not have ended up where she is today?
In a daze, it felt as though she was transported back to three years ago.
That day, she used the wrong poison.
Using the wrong poison was a grave mistake, and her master punished her by making her copy texts to learn from her mistake.
