"I still have to go back!"
At this moment, on the desolate and uninhabited peak of the Great Desolation Mountain, Fang Xing sat across from Ye Guyin, who was wrapped in his cloak. A bonfire burned between them. Fang Xing absentmindedly poked the fire with a branch in his hand, not speaking for a long time, lost in thought. After a long while, it was Ye Guyin who finally spoke softly, looking at him with a gaze both weary and helpless.
"Are you so cheap that you insist on going back to be a courtesan?"
Fang Xing's voice was unusually crude, mixed with anger.
"Where else can I go if not back?"
Ye Guyin didn't get angry, just smiled with a cold expression, a bit helpless: "My soul lantern is kept in the Rouge Pavilion, I can't leave. Before I pay off that huge debt, I simply cannot leave. Besides, Qiao'er is also there. If I don't go back, she will be killed. Those people won't care that she's just a two-year-old child..."
"You have a child?"
