In the main hall of the mansion, after Liu Zhiyuan dismissed everyone, only he and Liu Shuyue were left sitting face to face.
"I know you find us very unfamiliar because you left here before you became aware." He looked at Liu Shuyue with a face full of kindness, "Now that you've finally come back, I should decorate the place to welcome you, but unfortunately, you see the family's dire situation. I heard you had a conflict with the King of Qi in Qing State? Can you tell me more about it?"
There was no trace of blame in his words, as if he never thought the Liu family's siege by the government was Liu Shuyue's fault.
Even Liu Shuyue couldn't help but be slightly moved.
For the past five years, she had traveled tirelessly, always alone. The only place she found peace was that mystical store.
She had never imagined she would be missed by strangers she had never met.
