"So," Mo Hua concluded, "in this life, if there’s no destined meeting, just focus on your own affairs."
"But if there truly is a destined meeting, you must seize it, or you’ll regret it for a lifetime."
Mo Hua looked serious.
Gu Changhuai stared blankly at Mo Hua and after a moment couldn’t help but ask, "How old are you? How do you have so much nonsense in your head?"
Mo Hua replied, "I can’t help it, naturally smart, that’s just how it is."
Gu Changhuai’s face darkened, responding with resignation, "Alright, alright, off you go, I still have things to do."
After saying that, he lowered his head and resumed looking at the document.
"Alright then, I won’t disturb you." Mo Hua said with a little reluctance and left.
After Mo Hua left, Gu Changhuai looked at the document for a while but couldn’t help recalling Mo Hua’s words in his mind.
He lowered his head, looked at his hands, and muttered:
"Never let go of what you can grasp..."
...
After leaving Gu Changhuai’s study, Mo Hua wandered around the Gu Family a few more times before planning to return to the Sect.
As in previous years, after having dinner, he typically wouldn’t stay overnight.
Now, he had enough time to return, and after going back to the Sect, he could practice Formations again in his Sea of Consciousness.
As for Uncle Gu’s romance, it was something he had to figure out himself, Mo Hua had done his best.
The Gu Family personally sent a carriage to take Mo Hua back to the Sect.
But at this time, coinciding with the festival, Qingzhou City was bustling with traffic and very crowded; he needed to get outside the city to catch the carriage.
Mo Hua wasn’t in a hurry, taking this opportunity to stroll around and enjoy the night scenery of Qingzhou City.
At this moment, red lanterns like dragons, colorful fireworks filling the sky, amid the pitch-black night, thousands of trees blooming, extraordinarily beautiful.
Mo Hua strolled through the night scene while making his way out of the city.
As he walked, suddenly someone brushed past him.
Because there were already many people on the street, at first, Mo Hua didn’t pay it any mind, but as they passed by, a sudden chill rose from his heart.
A blur appeared before his eyes and a mass of dark purple Heavenly Mechanism Causality slowly emerged, weaving and twisting together, ugly and dirty, yet suffused with a depraved desire, like a filthy heart or a decaying "poppy."
The poppy gradually bloomed...
Just like that night by the Mistwater River, when he first saw the Rouge Boat.
Mo Hua’s pupils trembled, and he immediately turned around.
At that same moment, the young nobleman who had brushed past him seemed to feel something as well and turned his head.
In an instant, their eyes met, and they clearly saw each other’s faces.