This ancient book of Mystical Sect Secret Technique is bound in traditional thread, so unlike modern books, tearing the pages leaves no trace on the edges. Since the thread bindings hold the pages tightly together, if some pages are torn, it’s easy to clean the residual paper from the edges.

Moreover... this kind of ancient book doesn’t have page numbers!

Su Li broke out in a cold sweat, even though she was sitting in a comfortable air-conditioned room, the sweat soaked through her white pajamas.

Su Li was terrified, holding her phone with trembling hands as she sent a WeChat message back.

[Su Li: How many pages were torn? What exactly was written on them?]

[Mo Si Huang: It recorded the Mystical Sect’s Forbidden Technique, and the cost.]

Seeing this message, Su Li collapsed onto the comfortable swivel chair like someone who had just been rescued from drowning, completely soaked, her eyes somewhat bewildered and disoriented.

Indeed it was!

Indeed it was because she often defied natural order, bringing Tuanzi over from that world...

Finally, she had to bear the cost.

These eyes were the price.

[Mo Si Huang: You’re not just you.]

Su Li stared blankly at Mo Si Huang’s words, "You’re not just you," and suddenly she smiled oddly, lightly pulling the corners of her mouth.

Yes, she was not just her.

Her life was also entwined with someone else...

She couldn’t live just for herself; she had to live for Mo Si Huang as well. Even though she didn’t need this so-called protection at all.

This wasn’t protection; for her, it was a restriction.

Her life, she couldn’t just make her own decisions whimsically; she had to consider another person.

What kind of ominous agreement was this.

Su Li lay on the desk, her hair draped over her face.

Why did it come to this?

Feng Huaijin would agree to let Tuanzi come over because Tuanzi’s arrival didn’t harm her, so he welcomed this son of the future here.

But if he knew that this required a price, at the cost of her eyes, her future brightness...

Su Li could almost foresee what answer Feng Huaijin would give. He definitely wouldn’t allow Tuanzi to come over again.

A group of servants stood outside, peeking through the half-open door of the study, looking at the girl lying on the desk, exchanging bewildered glances.

What’s going on?

Should we call Mr. Feng?

"Miss Su Li? Are you okay?" The butler stood at the door, raising his hand to knock.

Su Li wiped away her tears, her deep purple near-black eyes resolutely looking ahead, suppressing the tremor in her voice to speak calmly: "I’m fine, it’s nothing."

The elderly butler watched Su Li in the study, then said: "Miss Su Li, if there are any difficulties with work, you might discuss them more with Young Master Sun, he should be able to help you."

Seventh Master Feng, the leading figure in Hua Country’s business world, handling these matters is surely a small task.

Su Li merely smiled, walked barefoot back to her bedroom, sat by the floor-to-ceiling window on a small sofa, staring intently at her phone.

Just then, the sunlight was perfect outside, warm rays penetrating, spreading at Su Li’s feet.

Su Li stared blankly at her phone, looking at the WeChat messages Tuanzi sent her before.

From food, clothing, housing, and transport, to talking about school classes, then mentioning his favorite Uncle King’s worsening health, he’s afraid Uncle King might disappear at any time.

Su Li looked at those cute words, her slender hand suddenly gripping the phone tightly, deep and enigmatic eyes growing even deeper, her heart already—

made a decision.