There was a wastepaper basket by it, filled with crumpled papers.
His gaze darted over it and he rushed to it, picking up a crumpled piece of paper and re-opening it slowly.
'I was born before you, yet when you arrived, I have never felt my age more…' it read.
Zhao Qian shuddered as he read the phrase. His eyelids twitched with uncertainty.
Why would his Master write down such words?
Second Miss Lu, she…
Zhao Qian jumped in shock as the paper was snatched from his hand. Chu Yi had taken it away.
Zhao Qian thought of something and he quickly pulled out a few more crumpled papers from the wastepaper basket.
He opened them all. Every single piece of paper had the same phrase.
His hands trembled as he touched the writing on them.
