Chen Chong returned to Green Mountain No. 1. After greeting his family, he went into his study and closed the door, still thinking about what Qiao Qing had said.
It was a long time before Chen Chong, seated on the sofa, let out a sigh.
"Debts of kindness are the hardest to repay."
Chen Chong had always been aware of Qiao Qing's fondness and concern for him.
Even though she had never said anything or asked him for anything.
But her feelings had accumulated bit by bit, day after day. Even Chen Chong, whose heart was as hard as stone, could not help being moved.
It was just that Chen Chong truly had not considered romance at this point. He was only eighteen years old.
Even if the soul inside him was over thirty-eight, at this age and at this moment, he ought to be charging forward, not getting caught up in other thoughts.
Fortunately, Qiao Qing was just as determined a martial practitioner. She had never let a young woman's feelings muddle her priorities, and she, too, put her training first.
They understood each other without a word.
They shared the same ambitions and walked the same path. Chen Chong thought it was good to keep moving forward quietly, side by side.
But as Qiao Qing's feelings grew, Chen Chong found it increasingly impossible to ignore them.
If only she would set some conditions or ask something of him.
Instead, she said nothing and showed her care in unguarded moments, leaving Chen Chong more and more at a loss.
Chen Chong had always been the sort who could handle being treated badly, but struggled when someone treated him well.
If this went on, he had no idea how it would end. Qiao Qing might have no experience in romance,