These words made Mu Jingzhe's nose sting. She lowered her head and held back her tears, trying her best to calm herself.
The moment she lowered her head, Old Master Ji saw a bit of the white hair that Mu Jingzhe had tried her best to hide but had still revealed. His eyes instantly ached.
Buwang had left. The most pitiful ones and the ones in the greatest agony were him and Jingzhe. Unfortunately, he had to leave too. After he left, Jingzhe would be left to endure this alone in the world. He shouldn't leave, but he had no choice.
Momentarily, Old Master Ji didn't know if Ji Buwang had done the right thing or not. Looking at Mu Jingzhe's white hair, he even thought that perhaps Ji Buwang should have been reported as missing, just to give Mu Jingzhe some hope. Maybe that would have been better.
If he had left behind a glimmer of hope, Jingzhe might not be having such a difficult time now. Her hair wouldn't have turned so white at such a young age either.
