Ever since Gu Sheng transmigrated to this world, he had always been alone. The only ones who truly cared about him were Gu Erniu's family. Now, Lin Miaomiao's actions felt like a warm stream flowing through his heart.
Gu Sheng couldn't help but laugh as he looked at Lin Miaomiao's sorrowful expression.
"You still have the mood to laugh! This is a really serious matter! Take this money and run away quickly! You're just a miscellaneous disciple in the Sect; no one will suspect that you killed Wu Xinyu. Da Liang is vast, and with your talent, you can equally achieve great things elsewhere!"
Gu Sheng chuckled, "But Wu Xinyu is dead after all. So who's going to take the blame for this? You? Or them?"
Lin Miaomiao fell silent for a moment before speaking, "None of us can escape responsibility for something like this. We have families to worry about. You're different—you have no attachments, so just focus on escaping."
