"Master, are you sure we're leaving today?"
Yu Jingzhi nodded. He was absent minded, his thoughts wandering everywhere. Feng Haijun had felt that there was something wrong ever since Yu Jingzhi went out of Ouyang Xueqing's room last night but he couldn't guess the reason why.
"What happened?" he asked worriedly.
Their room was small and they had nothing on their body except the clothes they first wore and few new garments which Ouyang Xueqing bought for them. Yu Jingzhi said that he wanted to bring all of them back, thus Feng Haijun had no choice but to pack them all.
[Do you think…]
"What?"
[Do you think something happened seven years ago?]
Feng Haijun's movement stopped and he fell into deep contemplation. Clearly, it was one of the things which plagued his mind. "Seven years ago, Lian Jue impersonated me and brought the letter to Little Ma. After that, Little Ma disappeared, leaving a false corpse for us."
