Tong Qi had always been irreverent, but seeing Su Jiu now, he could not keep a flicker of concern from his eyes.
To him, the unwillingness and disappointment on Su Jiu's face just now had been truly heartbreaking.
He knew this young woman always had many thoughts of her own, but she would not readily share them with others.
Tong Qi thought she was probably afraid that others would not understand.
Xia Jue walked over and patted Tong Qi on the shoulder. Tong Qi nodded, then left.
He looked at Su Jiu with a complicated expression, then stroked the top of her head, a touch of tenderness flashing in his eyes. "As people grow up, they develop many thoughts that belong to them alone. But the older they get, the less willing they become to voice certain things. Have you run into that sort of trouble too, junior sister?"
Su Jiu's gaze shifted slightly. Looking at Xia Jue before her, she could not help feeling a ripple of emotion.
In Su Jiu's eyes, Xia Jue had many sides: ruthless, cold, merciless, and, of course, the tenderness he showed now. All of these were him as she knew him.
Yet this very man was now comforting her in his own unique way.
Su Jiu's expression softened a little.
She heard him continue, "In truth, the more exceptional someone is, the more likely they are to face this dilemma. They fear that others will not understand what they do, so gradually, they all learn silence. It is not just you. I am the same."
"But even so, junior sister, I still want to know what is on your mind. You can try to turn another person's lack of understanding into understanding."
Although Tong Qi stood some distance away, a peculiar expression still