He lowered his head and whispered softly, "I know."
"With too many thoughts, once you've figured them out, just bury them in your heart," Qi Jianyun sighed and said softly, trying to comfort her.
Qi Rong'er nodded and then lifted her head, her eyes shining brightly, "Uncle, do you think he will… come back?"
"He won't." Qi Jianyun sighed again, his heart sinking further.
It might be possible to find out who he was, even quite easily.
The Black Blade was undoubtedly a notorious thief with a heavy toll of lives, a target for the Heavenly Judgment; if that scholar possessed the identity of a Heavenly Judgment assassin, it would be easy to track him down. But because of this, Qi Jianyun was even more apprehensive.
It was better not being able to find out so that his niece might completely lose hope.
His niece's thoughts and her current state were all obvious to him, but how could he not know that there was no chance between them?
