Hearing Gu Zhiqi’s words, Mo Weiran’s face instantly sagged, looking even more haggard, "It’s all because of that rotten peach blossom you mentioned."
"Didn’t you say that my rotten peach blossom was named Qin Daimai? Ever since I found out she had died, I haven’t been able to sleep at night, and I often feel a chill behind me, as if someone is following me." As Mo Weiran spoke, he stretched out his hands and rubbed his arms, then spoke with slight hysteria, "Here it comes, that feeling is coming again."
Hearing his words, Gu Zhiqi fell silent, a fleeting azure color in her eyes. She looked in the direction behind Mo Weiran without any change in expression.
"Miss, you... don’t scare me," Mo Weiran said, nearly jumping at Gu Zhiqi’s glance behind him. He immediately scurried behind Gu Zhiqi, seeking refuge behind her.
Gu Zhiqi, with a composed expression, retracted her gaze, gave Mo Weiran a look, and in the end, decided not to tell him that there indeed was a "person" following him.
"Wait here," Gu Zhiqi said to Mo Weiran. After that, she turned and entered the women’s restroom.
"Miss, where are you going?" Mo Weiran asked feebly, raising his hand, looking at Gu Zhiqi’s retreating back with an expression that pleaded not to be left alone.
Gu Zhiqi, of course, couldn’t see his expression and entered the restroom without looking back.
A minute later, Gu Zhiqi emerged, holding a flowerpot in her hands which contained a swaying purple flower.
"Huh? Where did you get that flower from?" Mo Weiran asked as soon as he saw the flower in Gu Zhiqi’s hands.
"This flower is the nemesis of all malevolent spirits. Keep it close to you, no more than ten meters away, and you will be safe and sound," Gu Zhiqi said as she handed the flower to Mo Weiran.
"Ah? Is it really that magical?" Mo Weiran was a bit dumbfounded, somewhat disbelieving.
"Do you want it or not? If not, I’ll take it away." Although the flowerpot wasn’t heavy, Gu Zhiqi didn’t really want to keep holding it.
"Don’t take it," Mo Weiran said, quickly reaching out to take the flowerpot.
After receiving the flowerpot, Mo Weiran suddenly thought of a question and looked at Gu Zhiqi to ask, "Does this flower cost money?"
"It’s on loan to you," Gu Zhiqi lifted her eyelids to look at Mo Weiran and continued, "Take good care of it. Should it be damaged, you will have to compensate, 50 million per pot."
Fifty... fifty million!
Mo Weiran’s hand trembled, nearly dropping the flowerpot, but thinking of its value of 50 million, he quickly steadied it with the fastest reflex.
Gu Zhiqi saw this, and remained silent.
Gazing at the flower in Mo Weiran’s arms... she already began to regret giving him the flower.
"Miss, rest assured! I, Mo Weiran, swear to protect your little blossom with my life!" Mo Weiran said as he noticed Gu Zhiqi staring at the flower in his arms. He very much wanted to give the flower back to Gu Zhiqi, but then, remembering that it was the nemesis of all malevolent spirits, he changed his mind and could only assure Gu Zhiqi.
Gu Zhiqi was still somewhat anxious but, considering that the flower was quite resilient, she no longer entertained the thought of taking it back, "Remember to always carry it with you."
Having said that, Gu Zhiqi turned and walked away.
"Don’t worry, I’ll carry it with me 24/7!" Mo Weiran shouted after Gu Zhiqi’s leaving figure.
As Gu Zhiqi reached the corner of the corridor, she found a familiar figure leaning against the wall.
Gu Zhiqi immediately stopped in her tracks, "Brother?"
Su Yunling was lightly lowering his eyes, leaning against the wall lost in thought. Hearing Gu Zhiqi’s voice, Su Yunling’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and the corners of his mouth gently lifted as he turned his head to look at Gu Zhiqi.