Everyone was captivated by Ouyang Qiu's story, listening without blinking, eager to know who that man was.
But after a long while, Ouyang Qiu let out a sigh and said, "Forget it, better not say it."
Only Wang Yan gave a wry smile, because in his heart, he already knew the answer.
Ouyang Feiting was also incomparably smart; after thinking for a moment, a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes.
Seeing the expressions on Wang Yan and Ouyang Feiting's faces, Ouyang Qiu understood that the two had guessed the answer, and at once said with a face full of guilt, "Feiting, I've wronged you. Back then I was afraid the Chi Race would track us down, so I never dared to tell you the truth."
Ouyang Feiting straightened up from Wang Yan's arms and looked at Ouyang Qiu.
All these years, Ouyang Qiu had treated Ouyang Feiting with boundless care, and Ouyang Feiting had always thought Ouyang Qiu was her grandmother.
