Ge Bi's pitiful "Uncle" made half of Song Qingshu's body go weak. He hurried forward and helped her up. "Madam, rest assured. I promised Brother Tang Kuo that I would avenge him. Even if you hadn't asked, I would still do it."
Without thinking much, he directly held Ge Bi by the arms. Feeling the warmth of his palms, a faint blush surfaced on her jade-like cheeks, and she instinctively withdrew her hands.
Song Qingshu was startled at first, then gave a bitter smile. They had clearly shared the most intimate relationship, yet even a touch of the arm made her so uncomfortable. It seemed she truly detested him.
"Could Uncle give Ge Bi a definite time frame?" Seeing Song Qingshu's stunned expression, Ge Bi looked sorrowful. "Knowing who my enemy is but being unable to show it—I do not know how long I can endure. If Uncle could give me a definite deadline, I would have something to hope for, and would not be driven mad by thoughts of revenge."
Song Qingshu hesitated for a while before finally shaking his head. "If I casually gave you a deadline now, that would be irresponsible. Though Wanyan Liang does not appear to hold the greatest power on the surface, after dealing with him lately, I have discovered that the strength he hides in secret is terrifying. Before I am absolutely certain, any promise would be nothing but empty words."
Ge Bi gave a faint sigh. "Wanyan Liang is powerful. It was improper of Ge Bi to ask you to take such a great risk, Young Master. Please rest well. I shall take my leave." With that, she turned expressionlessly and headed outside.
Song Qingshu hurried after her and grabbed her fair wrist. "Madam, you misunderstand. What I said just now was