She was so calm that she appeared somewhat unfeeling.
"Of course, this may make me seem a bit cold and heartless, but with Master..."
"You never had the habit of asking for help, neither did Uncle Gu Chen. Not to mention you, we were the same. So there's no need to explain."
When Fifth Daoling said this, Qin Yu fell silent.
She was silent, slightly lowering her head, her eyes slightly drooping, that delicate and introverted demeanor... displayed to the extreme, like a small white flower hiding in a corner of the mountain woods to avoid the rain yet enduring the cold alone; she was resilient, but not capable of bearing too much.
Fifth Daoling felt an itch in his hand, just about to reach out and pat her head to comfort her.
She brushed her eyebrows lightly, her fingertips gently wiping away the traces of reddish tears, and then she calmly looked up.
"Has it been confirmed that Master has been killed?"
"..."
