"Uh..."
Qin Chuan hesitated slightly, looking at Gu Yu, who was deeply immersed in sorrow and unable to extricate herself, feeling a tinge of reluctance in his heart.
Evidently, the conversation he just had with Elder Gu was overheard by Gu Yu.
Gu Yu thus learned the truth about her parents' deaths.
Twelve years ago, she was only about eight or nine years old.
An eight or nine-year-old child, from that time, forever lost her parents and could only live with her elderly grandfather in the martial arts hall.
Also being an orphan, Qin Chuan could somewhat empathize with Gu Yu's feelings.
As a child, seeing other kids all had parents and could feel the warmth of family after school, he felt like the loneliest person in the world.
When he was young, he often complained about why others had parents and why he could only be an orphan?
It wasn't until he gradually grew up that his complaints about injustice slightly lessened.
