The doctor had said that Xiao Qing harbored resentment toward me. After all, the man she loved had died because of me.
Though the doctor had also said that man deserved to die in the first place.
But love was never reasonable, especially for women.
When a woman loved deeply enough, she would do anything for that man, even die for him!
Xiao Qing probably was not that kind of woman, but she was not particularly broad-minded either.
I was somewhat puzzled. Did Bai Niangzi not know about the old grudges between Xiao Qing and me?
Why did she insist on having Xiao Qing come with me? Wouldn't someone I could communicate with properly have been better?
After thinking it over, I figured perhaps she believed Xiao Qing was more capable than the others and could offer me the greatest help.
But I really did not like how we clashed like nails against a board every time we met.
I ignored her provocation. Even Qianqian paid her no attention, which made me feel much better.
Her disciple, Xiao Lan, was as cold-tempered as she was, rarely even smiling. Her face was like the J, Q, and K on a deck of cards—never showing the slightest change in expression.
Fortunately, she did not talk much. Even with Xiao Qing, Xiao Qing had to ask before she answered, and her replies were so concise, as though she feared wasting even a single word.
She had nothing to say to us at all. She had not even given any of us a proper glance.
"We're here. It's in the cave ahead."
Xiao Lan pointed at a cave in front of us. We saw two men standing at its entrance, both around their twenties. One was lighting a cigarette for the other, and they