Xiao Niqiu had just said that he had held back the urge to cry when talking about his past, but Xuemei's last sentence broke through his defenses.
He rubbed his face with his thick sleeve, looking away to hide the sadness on his face.
Xuemei stared at Xiao Niqiu's thick, worn-out cotton jacket, which was stained with dirt. She had actually made a new one for him, hidden in a cabinet inside her room.
She had forgotten to bring it when she rushed out.
The silent atmosphere lasted for a long time, both of them burdened by their own sorrows.
Eventually, Xuemei changed the subject and asked, "So... where is the illegal gambling den run by Sky Tyrant?"
Her ladyship had sent her to inquire about the people behind these beggars, so she needed to find out the whole truth.
As soon as her words fell, Xiao Niqiu turned his head and said after wiping his sleeve, "Sky Tyrant and his gang opened an illegal gambling den in West City, in a courtyard next to Wang Xing's Ironsmith Shop."
