A Xian and Xi Xiu shared a cabin. The two of them huddled together, picked out the key points, and were just about to sleep when Qing Zhixun sent Xi Xiu a data package as well.
It contained compiled records of all the Jingsu aristocratic families' impressions of this species, including information on several of their former leaders.
All of it dated back more than five hundred years.
There was almost nothing on the younger generation.
Some of these records were things even Anvile did not have, showing just how much effort he had put into gathering the information.
"Oh? He really does care about you~" A Xian's dissatisfaction with Qing Zhixun lessened a little more.
"Sister A Xian, this is just standard procedure, okay? If it were me, I'd prepare the materials too and do whatever I could."
Xi Xiu stubbornly refused to admit that Qing Zhixun had been keeping her in mind all this time, yet an inexplicable emotion stirred within her.
Qing Zhixun's meticulous consideration for her was different from the concern A Xian and the others showed her. This man knew every one of her vulnerabilities.
"Mhm, mhm. Yes, everything Xi Xiu says is right." A Xian's bell-like laughter left Xi Xiu speechless.
She understood that many of the things Qing Zhixun did had gone beyond a superior's care for a subordinate.
Though she could not pretend not to see it, she still did not want to accept his kindness as though it were only natural.
Because she understood that debts of gratitude, no matter what form they took, were difficult to repay.
This trip to Belka was definitely not as simple as it appeared. In the video, the young woman's calm expression was clearly forced.
There was a trace of panic in her eyes, along