Chapter 920 - Nothing He Could Do (1/2)

Jing Yi gulped. He probably should've thought of this much sooner but it had never occurred to him in all these years. It made him wonder if he shouldn't have spent more time at home. Maybe after he reached the third stage and didn't need to worry about aging anymore, he should have come back here with Qiu Ling and spent more time with her. It probably would've been better. Now, the time they could have together was already shortened by several years.

Qiu Ling looked at Jing Yi and reached out, rubbing his shoulder. ”What's the matter?”

Jing Yi hesitated and finally shook his head. He didn't mind talking about it with Qiu Ling but it was probably neither the time nor the place for that. It would be better if he waited until later. Anyway, it wasn't like they could change anything about this, was it? At most, Qiu Ling would just be able to comfort him a bit. But that was all. He would need to accept that.

Qiu Ling couldn't help but furrow his brows when he saw Jing Yi like that. Seeing that something was the matter with him and that he still refused to talk about it made him feel that he wasn't trying hard enough. He should encourage his beloved to confine in him some more.

Before he could try to do just that, Madam Zhong already returned. ”Alright, I finished. I told your cousin to take over for today so we can go home and catch up.”

Jing Yi nodded and then went over, grabbing her arm with a worried expression.

Madam Zhong sighed and patted his hand before she walked out of the teahouse together with him. Even though they hadn't seen each other for several years, this was still her child and this child had often communicated quietly with her in his early years, not speaking much and just using his eyes to say what he wanted. Thus she had no trouble at all to read in his eyes what was going on now as well.

When they stepped out of the teahouse and had walked down the road for a bit, she turned to glance at him and considered to say something.

Jing Yi looked at her, his expression still just as worried. It was as if he feared she would collapse on him right the next minute.

Madam Zhong sighed again. ”Jing'er, your mother isn't that fragile. You don't have to worry about me.”

Jing Yi lowered his gaze but couldn't say anything. Even though she said so, it was hard to believe after seeing her after so many years.