After telling Jiang Chong and the others to tend to his various affairs during his journey south, Chang Geng finally returned to the manor before sunset. Gu Yun was beginning to direct the servant to pack their luggage, while he himself was sitting idly on the railings of the courtyard, playing with the white jade flute that Chang Geng gave him, occasionally bringing it to his lips to play a soul-crushing tune.

　　... If Chang Geng had any regrets at this time, he would regret giving Gu Yun a flute with holes. If he knew about this sooner, he would have made it a solid stick for him to hold for fun.

　　Seeing Chang Geng coming back from afar, Gu Yun waved at him and said, "Chang Geng, come here, I'll play you a piece."

　　Chang Geng, fearing that he would be really doing it, strode forward, grabbed Gu Yun on the railing and pulled him down. He said to his ear, "Save your mouth to do something else."

　　Gu Yun: "..."

　　He found that those who kept company with a wolf would learn to howl — Chang Geng was becoming more and more like him.

　　They walked to the inner courtyard together, Chang Geng asked, "Why did you suddenly say you want to travel to Jiangbei's frontline on the court today? I was frightened."

　　Gu Yun set his hand behind his back, rubbed the white jade flute back and forth at the fingertips. He said with a little smile on his lips: "I have not wanted to stay in the capital for a long while now. Everyday soaking in this miasma, the frontline is much better."

　　Chang Geng laughed and said, "Are you going for entertainment?"

　　"Mm, for entertainment," Gu Yun said, "but also because I am worried about you."

　　Chang Geng was stunned, the smile on his lips gradually disappeared. For a moment, he knew Gu Yun's casual words of 'worried about you' meant he was worried about taking a bunch of scholars to charge into the area filled with refugees near the frontline, but a strange idea still uncontrollably arose from the bottom of his heart.

　　A voice in Chang Geng's heart said, "Why is he worried about me? Is he afraid that I will do something? Or is he afraid that I will join hands with Old Zhong's garrison in Jiangbei to force the Emperor to abdicate?"

　　Gu Yun saw his footsteps stop suddenly, he looked back at him in confusion, "What's the matter?"

　　When Chang Geng met his calm eyes, he took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, thinking to himself, "Where are your thoughts running to? Are you crazy?"

　　Gu Yun used to be his comfort... Thinking about it now, this consolation stopped at the moment of overflowing sentiment. Since the moment when Gu Yun looked back at him, it was no longer the case.

　　Ruthlessness could be a consolation, but sentiment of love could be a vile hindrance.

　　There would be love, desire, fragrance and taste, greed from day after day, there would be jealousy and sorrow, there would be fear of losing...

　　Seven emotions and spirit turned mad, six senses buried in the mortal world.

　　Chang Geng chased after him with a sense of panic and held Gu Yun's hand, as if only by holding it in his hand could his heart be put at ease. Gu Yun raised his long eyebrows, but did not pay it much mind. He opened his palm for Chang Geng to place his hand inside.