The audience listened to Yin Hu’s tearful accusations and confessions, the twists and turns of the plot brought shivers to their ears.
Who would have thought Zuzi suddenly comnted, "The Ancestor didn’t save your life," which abruptly interrupted the bubbling emotions of everyone.
What did that female classmate say?
Could it be that this handso man kneeling down to atone for his sins was kneeling to the wrong person?
On the stage, Gu Shiyin clung to the microphone desperately, completely disregarding her appearance and image, shouting distantly, "Brother Hu, she admits she wasn’t the one, she never saved you, I never ant you harm, Brother Hu, you’ve misunderstood..."
Yin Hu finally, burdened with heavy thistles, glanced back at her.
Yet this glance spoke of bone-chilling disappointnt and disdain: "Gu Shiyin, even now, you won’t admit it? In the ancient tomb, you clearly pointed a dead-end road at , wanting to take and the delegation from Country M down with no trace left."
"Unfortunately, your sche was recognized early by Miss Zuzi, she softly warned before you spoke, ’Don’t take uncertain paths, after all, life leaves no room for a return.’"
"Although I didn’t understand the deep aning of her words at the ti, as I followed the road you pointed out, becoming increasingly remote, increasingly narrow, increasingly eerie, it was Miss Zuzi’s words that sounded the alarm in my heart. Just a second before the tomb passage collapsed, I decisively turned back, saving my life!"
At that mont, he watched as the slab of rock crashed less than half a ter behind his heel. Had he realized a second later, his head would have been crushed to pulp.
Having narrowly escaped death, what could he still fail to see, fail to understand?
Prior to the award ceremony just now, the reason he hadn’t confronted Gu Shiyin directly was firstly because the evidence was conclusive; there was no need. Secondly, he wanted to see if this woman had any sense of guilt or remorse.
No.
Not even a hint.
All were lies, evasion, and incitent.
At this point, he completely lost hope in Gu Shiyin, deciding to unmask the so-called goddess in front of the whole school and reporter caras.
Then, he would wholly confess his past ignorance and naivety to Zuzi.
On stage, in the instant their eyes t, Gu Shiyin realized she could no longer deceive this man or reel in her lapdog.
The cold, decisive gaze and the man’s fresh blood ford a stark contrast—what was left for her was icy rejection, what was given to Zuzi was heartfelt devotion!
Gu Shiyin couldn’t help but retch, a trace of blood escaping from her lips.
At this mont, her internal organs seed to be violently vomiting blood!
Sitting lazily in front of Yin Hu, Zuzi smiled faintly, "Little Hu, you must know that seeking gods is not as good as seeking oneself, seeking oneself is not as good as rectifying the heart. It wasn’t the Ancestor who saved you; it was your own heart suddenly awakening."
Recapture a heart full of correct thoughts, only then can one find enlightennt.
Yin Hu was startled.
Suddenly recalling, when he was on that wrong path, feeling a bit lost alone, he used the ti to ntally review the previous scene of Zuzi debating with the people from Country M. The more he thought, the clearer his mind beca, realizing he shouldn’t have been confused by personal relations with Gu Shiyin when upholding the culture of the Empire and honoring the Empire’s ancestors.
Regretting imnsely!
Eager to do sothing to make ands!
So, was Zuzi implying that this intense regret saved him?
When he t the gaze of Zuzi, which was filled with approval and even a hint of... affection, Yin Hu was greatly shaken, feeling that his earlier gratitude towards Zuzi beca more superficial.
Zuzi didn’t just save his worthless life, she practically enlightened his misguided soul!
His nose turned sour, he couldn’t help but crawl two steps forward, closer to Zuzi, and sobbed: "Miss Zuzi, I beg you to whip hard!"
He still held a thick thistle in his hand.
At this mont, kneeling in front of Zuzi, he respectfully raised it over his head.
Before Zuzi could take the thistle.
Bao Gucheng frowned first, waved his hand grandly, and opened his lips—
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