'What was it all for?'
All Cangming had ever wanted was to indulge a single, selfish wish.
From the very beginning, he knew he could never keep her.
He could never keep her, not as Gu Huang and not as Lu Sangjiu.
That was why he had planted the Love Gu in her—out of a desperate hope that he might experience, just once, what it felt like for her to love someone.
'She said he didn't understand love, so he wanted to know... what did it feel like when *she* fell in love with someone?'
'Would her love be nobler than his? More sacred?'
And then he felt it. He felt her joy, her anxiety, and her heartache.
'It wasn't so different, after all,' he thought.
He, too, felt joy at her smile. He, too, worried when she faced danger. And he, too, felt the agony of knowing she didn't see him.
'It was no different. He had simply used the wrong methods.'
