Ouyang Xueqing turned blank and a genuine sense of loss and sadness welled up within her chest. Even though Mo Yuhan almost poisoned her to death, to be honest, during these seven years, Ouyang Xueqing had never held any real grudge against him, she just thought that if if they had the chance to meet once again, she had to teach that boy a lesson to straighten his twisted mind.
"I—I'm sorry for your loss." Eyes teary, she muttered. "So...since then, you've been unable to speak?"
Mo Yujian stayed silent in tacit agreement.
Ouyang Xueqing felt immense distress for him. Having his disciple missing all of a sudden and receiving the tragic news of his little brother's death, it's no wonder that Mo Yujian turned out like this. She held his hands tighter and took in a deep breath to stabilize her emotion. "It's okay, Master. There's me here now…"
