"I think you just drank so much your eyes are all blurry!" Grandma Shen refused to believe it.
She had been listening to the footsteps behind her the whole time, very close to her, only one pair—if it wasn't him, who else could it be.
"Who told you to keep your head down watching the road, afraid I'd stick to you like a dog, not even turn around to look at me once." Old Master Ye blamed her. "If you'd looked back, you'd definitely know I wasn't wrong."
Whether it was as he said, Grandma Shen couldn't be sure. What she could be sure of was that after they fell, she really had seen a human shadow pass over them from above. So this sudden fact threw her mind into chaos; she couldn't quite make sense of it.
Who wanted to kill her? What good would killing her do?
Old Master Ye went on in a hushed voice: "Right now I don't know whether that person was coming for you, or whether they knew I'd save you and were actually coming for me."
