"She mentioned it," Bo Yanching stared intently at Elder Nan, "She said she's an assassin."
Elder Nan was startled, then suddenly burst out laughing, "She said that, so just take it as it is."
Bo Yanching sensed there was more to the words and humbly said, "Elder Nan, could you tell me more? I really know very little about Jiaojiao."
"I've said enough. If I say more, I'll become an annoying old man. If you truly want to know, ask her slowly in the future."
How to ask?
As of today, there's no trace of her whereabouts.
Elder Nan stood up, gripping his cane with force, his arm slightly trembling.
Bo Yanching also stood up and offered support.
Before leaving, Elder Nan glanced around and sighed lightly, "I know she won't come back this year. It's hard to see her when there's no word by this time."
"You—"
Elder Nan looked at Bo Yanching with deep meaning, said nothing, yet seemed to say everything.
