Ye Qingying couldn't understand why she had brought Chu Qianli along.
Bringing her was not a good thing for her.
Although her appearance had changed drastically from Chu Qianli's, no one would be able to recognize her.
Even Yu Linglong would definitely not recognize her.
When Yu Linglong left that day, Xiao Yao's appearance was not yet healed, and her face was covered in wounds.
Yu Linglong had no idea what she would look like after she recovered.
Yu Linglong was even convinced that Chu Qianli was dead. She had taken action herself and was confident she had struck the heart, leaving no possibility of survival.
If it weren't for the primordial spirit of the Qiankun Chain, Xiao Yao wouldn't have had a chance to live.
If she could go far away, perhaps there would be a sliver of hope…
Ye Qingying sat by the table, unsure how long she had been there.
Time trickled by, the candlelight burned out, and the room gradually became pitch black.
After an unknown amount of time, footsteps were suddenly heard from outside.
Someone knocked on the door.
"Xiao Yao!" Ye Qingying was startled, stood up abruptly, and quickly went to open the door with a swish.
The person outside was just a waiter.
"Guest, the young lady who was with you before… instructed me to prepare a nourishing soup for you…"
The waiter was startled by the coldness in his eyes, almost spilling the soup in his hands.
Ye Qingying glanced at it.
It was the sweet soup that Xiao Yao herself liked to eat.
But this girl, she liked to eat it herself and then said that he liked it too, forcing him to eat it together.
In fact, it was just his own craving…
"Xiao Yao…" Ye Qingying pushed the waiter aside and quickly pushed open Chu Qianli's door.
There was no one in the room, and the bedding had not been disturbed.
She had really left and never returned.
Perhaps it was because he had gotten used to having someone around during this time, but now that she was gone, his heart suddenly felt empty.
"Xiao Yao!" Ye Qingying chased after her to the small woods behind the inn, calling out as he ran, "Xiao Yao…"
There was no response.
Her footprints had disappeared after reaching this point.
Where exactly had she gone?
"Xiao Yao, come back, Master won't let you drink poison anymore! Xiao Yao…"
Ye Qingying suddenly felt a great deal of discomfort, a discomfort he had never experienced before.
It turned out that habit was such a terrifying thing.
After getting used to the chatter of a young girl by his side, even the tranquility of the night seemed terrifying.
It was so quiet it made his heart crawl.
"Xiao Yao, Master was wrong, please come back, okay?"
He was truly afraid that she would just leave like this.
She didn't remember anything, had forgotten everything, where could she go?
Would she be bullied or hurt if she was alone outside?
"Xiao Yao…"
"Master." From a tree, a girl called out hoarsely.
"Xiao Yao!" Ye Qingying quickly walked to the base of the tree.
After seeing the figure sitting on the branch, he let out a sigh of relief, feeling a pang of sadness.
"Xiao Yao, Master won't let you eat poison anymore, come down quickly, let's go back."
Xiao Yao, however, kicked her legs, her voice still hoarse, "Master…"
Ye Qingying leaped up and sat beside her.
Only then did he see that Xiao Yao's face was covered in tears.
His heart ached sharply: "Xiao Yao…"
"From now on, Xiao Yao is truly Xiao Yao."
Her voice was hoarse, unrecognizable from its original tone.
She opened her hand, and in her palm was the medicine bottle.
But the medicine in the bottle was long gone.
"Wuwu…" Xiao Yao pushed the bottle back into Ye Qingying's arms and cried, hugging his arm:
"Master doesn't want me to have any connection to the past, I know! I know it all! From now on, I am Xiao Yao, I am only Xiao Yao! Wuwuwu…"