For some reason, Xiang Beifei thought he heard a different kind of emotion in her voice.
"She's a very special girl," he thought.
"I heard from the professor that something happened to your parents, so this is why you became a martial artist, right?" An Xiyu didn't look at Xiang Beifei but asked him this question, "Carry on your parents' will."
"What about you?" Xiang Beifei didn't answer directly but countered.
"I'm sitting here."
An Xiyu's answer was self-evident, concise and to the point.
She should have been a gentle girl, even her name was so refined, with a unique perception of musical instruments. If she wished, she could totally become a master of music performance, make money in the entertainment industry and become a star with ease.
But she chose the martial path without hesitation.
Her father had fallen in the defense of Jiuzhou. She was determined to continue the journey her father had not finished.
"Understood."
