The Secret That Wasn't a Secret, Truly Opening Their Hearts to Qin Zhaoer

At that moment, Qin Zhaoer nearly burst into tears.

But she still held them back, quickly turning her head away so he would not see her eyes.

"Didn't you leave..." Her voice brimmed with grievance.

Qin Wangchuan leaned closer and said casually, "I noticed someone watching me, so I came back."

"What did you come back for..."

"I don't know." He tilted his head toward her. "To catch some wind?"

"What's so good about catching wind..."

She's practically like a wronged little wife.

Qin Wangchuan thought to himself, then stepped in front of her and used one hand to turn that averted little face back toward him.

Sure enough, tears glistened at the corners of her eyes.

He sighed softly, brushing his thumb over them and wiping away those tiny teardrops.

"Look at you." Qin Wangchuan lowered his voice. "You're doing this again. Always on edge, always fearing gain and loss, panicking for half the day at the slightest stir of wind or rustle of grass."

He had known as early as that trial world that Eighth Sister was actually an exceptionally fragile person.

It was just that, back then, there had been one question he had been unable to ask.

"Where did the Qin Zhaoer who feared neither heaven nor earth, who even dared joke with the Old Ancestor, go?"

The moment those words left his mouth, the tears in Qin Zhaoer's eyes surged even harder.

She knocked away his hand and cried out in accusation, "Isn't it all your fault?!"

"If it weren't for you, if it weren't for you, how could I..."

Before she could finish, she was already sobbing too hard to form a sentence, wronged beyond measure.

Qin Wangchuan said nothing more.

He merely stepped forward and pulled her into his arms.

At first, she