His eyes brimmed with tears as he struggled desperately to sit up. "Then you... you've been... been doing..."
Su Qiao helped him up and nodded calmly. "I've been doing fairly well all these years. Although I've faced quite a few attacks, both overt and covert, overall, things haven't been too bad."
Jiang He finally relaxed, relief filling his unfocused eyes.
As if he had thought of something, he struggled to ask unwillingly, "Your mother... your mother..."
Su Qiao answered bluntly, "She was silenced. But don't worry. I'll avenge her."
The people who had silenced her were none other than the Four Great Families.
She suspected it was either Shang Yu or Old Master Su.
"Gurgle."
The blood surging up Jiang He's throat choked him. He knew he had little time left, and in one final struggle, he gripped Su Qiao's hand.
"I... I'm sorry to you two... you mother and daughter... be careful... be careful..."
When Jiang He died, he was looking in Old Master Su's direction.
Su Qiao knew that he was telling her to beware of Old Master Su. He was worried that, because of all the years Old Master Su had raised her, she might go soft and end up getting herself killed instead.
"He's dead."
Jiang Han released his hand and laid Jiang He on the ground, watching him with a complicated expression.
That man's indistinct figure had lingered in his mind all these years.
He had always regarded him as his biological father, too.
He never imagined...
"Help me carry him over to the corner!"
Su Qiao had no particular fondness for Jiang He, but neither did she hate him. After all, he had been deceived as well.
Moreover, he had died shielding her from the blade. She still had to take care of his