Qingyang trained hard. Even after practice left both his legs trembling and soaked the back of his clothes, he never uttered a single complaint.
Because of this, Uncle Ya taught him even more seriously.
For the little fellow's health, Su Qiao would pester Su Weixue from time to time, extorting some nutritious food from her.
Su Weixue was so furious that her features twisted, and she had snapped her nails several times. Yet there was nothing she could do about Su Qiao, who appeared and disappeared like a ghost and always managed to find her while she was eating.
After three or four days of this, Qingyang gradually emerged from the pain and confusion of losing his loved one. His spirits improved considerably, and smiles began appearing on his face again.
What made Su Qiao happy was that Zhao Jingting had remained conscious throughout these days.
Although from time to time, he would stare at her with a resentful gaze, hoping she would soften and give him a pill containing alcohol.
Whenever that happened, Su Qiao pretended not to notice. She directly stuffed one of the pills she had developed into his mouth, making him shut it.
That day, Su Qiao was just about to go into the woods to look for Su Weixue, who was secretly stealing food, when Zhao Jingting suddenly walked in. The moment she stood up, he forced her back against the bamboo table.
He fancied himself dashing as he brushed back the long hair hanging beside his ear. His thin lips curled slightly, and a wicked look gleamed in his eyes.
"Little lady, since I properly buried your father for you, you belong to this Young Master from today onward."
Su Qiao remained expressionless.
*She had finally enjoyed a few peaceful days. Did she have