A stick thin hand reached out as it trembled, seeking to lightly brush over those heinous scars upon her face. Unexpectedly, before he could touch her, Feng Jiu stirred awake.
Feng Jiu startled awake, sitting up quickly coming alert. When she saw that it was the Old Patriarch who had woken up and was stretching a slightly trembling hand towards her, she then softened her guard. Seeing that the Old Patriarch had been weeping soundlessly, she was suddenly surprised.
"Grandfather, why are you crying?"
She lifted her hand to wipe away his tears and continued to ask: "Are you feeling unwell? Come, let me help you sit up for awhile."
Feng Jiu's high alertness made the old man's heart wrench up. How much suffering must she have gone through before she had to develop such alertness? Did she have to always fear danger and could not even get any sound sleep?
"Little Feng….. Grandfather….. Grandfather has really let you down….."
