Xue Chuqing felt a deep sorrow in her heart. She thought, "Sure enough, when it comes to life and death, it's every man for himself. Husband and wife truly are like birds of the same forest—when disaster strikes, they scatter and fly their separate ways!"
As these thoughts crossed her mind, her eyes grew slightly moist. Consumed by profound grief, she felt that life had lost all meaning.
Right at that moment, Xu Luo's low voice sounded by her ear. "Qing'Er, I think Fuqu actually makes some sense. Don't you agree?"
Xue Chuqing felt both ashamed and infuriated. That whispered "Qing'Er" by her ear made her body go weak and her heart nearly melt, yet the words he spoke filled her with incomparable anger.
"What sense does she make? Don't you understand? If we don't hand over the Su Nu Celestial Scripture, we might live for a few more days. But once we hand it over and they verify its authenticity, how could they possibly leave us a way out?"
