Nalan Yan looked down expressionlessly at the youth who was kneeling at the inferior side of the room.
It was as if she was looking at a stranger.
Nalan Yan had actually spared a thought for Qing Yuan out of courtesy of their old friendships. However, their friendships faded along with Qing Yuan's words.
"Are you sure?"
Qing Yuan's heart slowly sank.
To him, Fengyun Manor was his home. A home where he would never want to leave for the rest of his life.
Every member of Fengyun Manor was his family.
However...
He was the only person Ziyan had in this world.
Would Ziyan not be all alone if he abandoned her? How could he bear to leave her alone...
"I'm sorry, Manor Master."
Two streams of tears ran down Qing Yuan's cheeks as he violently knocked his head against the ground. Even if he had kowtowed until his forehead bleeds, still, it was not enough for him to express his guilt toward Fengyun Manor.
