"Miss Jian Qing, since you are well, I am going to head back now." Lord An spoke slowly, his voice bearing the weight of time.
It wasn't that he didn't want to ask more questions, but rather, he was afraid to hear more from her that might upset him.
"Aqiu, let's leave."
"Yes." Aqiu looked at Jian Qing and seeing no sign of her wanting to say anything, he rose and pushed the wheelchair towards the exit.
Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu saw them off to their car. As Lord An boarded, he paused momentarily, turned, and glanced at Jian Qing. As he turned back to face forward, his mouth let out a soft sigh.
Watching Lord An's slightly stooped figure, Jian Qing's hands, which hung beside her, clenched fractionally. Her eyes flickered from light to dark, her emotions unreadable.
As the vehicle disappeared from sight, Jian Qing began to speak softly, "Xiaojing, was I too cruel to him?"
