This was the greatest secret of Qi Gu's childhood, the part of his past he could least speak of to outsiders, but he had chosen to lay it all out before Lin Hanzhi, holding nothing back.
Because everything he had experienced in childhood was the road that had brought him here, the cause of his character, the decisions he made and the path he wanted to take had always carried an unshakable resolve.
Tears fell onto the back of his hand. Lin Hanzhi hurriedly returned the letter to its original place, afraid he might accidentally get it wet.
An experience like that... he dared not imagine how guilty Qi Gu must have felt because of it, how much pain he must have suffered, or how he had grown through that pain into someone who could still use his arts to do good.
His heart ached for this Qi Gu.
At the same time, he felt uneasy about his own concealment. Qi Gu had been this honest with him, yet he kept hiding things, showing not the slightest sincerity.
Lowering his eyes, Lin Hanzhi settled on a plan. He solemnly folded the letter neatly and put it back, then fetched incense and candles and earnestly offered incense before the two spirit tablets.
Once everything was finished, Lin Hanzhi left the main hall and walked to the temple gate, where the mountain wind howled. Half a crescent moon hung high above the gate, and scarcely any stars were visible. The cold, roaring wind swept everything into disarray, yet blew Lin Hanzhi's heart clear.
He called Miao Yue.
Miao Yue picked up instantly. "What's up, boss? Aren't you with Brother Qi? You actually have time to think of me? Isn't this usually where a man gets a wife and forgets his... daughter?"
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