He feared nothing except being discovered by that family from back then, thereby implicating his loved ones. After all, such a family is both bloody and ruthless, and they would not easily let go of any enemy.
Qi Mei turned and went into the bathroom. As she pushed the door, she looked back at the big bed, her words choked in her throat. After so many years, she still hadn't spoken them out loud. Losing one daughter was already so painful, what if... it were two?
How painful would that be?
***
The door of the room on the second floor's center was always locked until dinner was brought in by a servant.
Luo Xiao sat at the edge of the bed, with his elbows resting on his knees, his head hanging down, lost in thought.
Tong Ran clutched a blanket, curled up on the balcony.
Dinner sat on the table for a long time, and neither of them moved. Eventually, Meng Yao stood up; she carried the tray to the bedside, "Hall Master."
