Gu Xingchuan looked at An Ning.
She appeared carefree.
Yet it seemed as though she was deeply mired in despair, enveloped in darkness.
"The Qingming Festival is two months away," An Ning murmured.
Gu Xingchuan only had two months to live.
"It must be the emperor's mercy," Gu Xingchuan smiled, "that I wasn't executed immediately."
Perhaps.
Immediate execution might be better.
Two months would be torturous.
"Perhaps the emperor wants to give us more time to say goodbye, to ease the sorrow after my death," Gu Xingchuan said.
An Ning pressed her lips tightly.
All of Xiao Jinxing's so-called benevolence could not make up for his cruel betrayal of Gu Xingchuan.
An Ning stayed for a long time in the cell with Gu Xingchuan.
Gu Xingchuan didn't urge her to leave either.
The final two months.
He hoped he could truly make An Ning accept his death with equanimity.
When An Ning left the cell, she went to Bai Mowan's cell.
