Gu Qiangwei looked back, meeting the deep, ink-like depths of her eyes before continuing to walk forward.
"What’s wrong with her leg?"
Seeing her seated in a wheelchair, it seemed her leg was injured.
But that day in front of Dijue Building, she had been completely unscathed.
Holding her hand, Qin Sijue answered very calmly and naturally.
Gu Qiangwei paused, taken aback and looked at him in surprise, "Ruined?"
"Yes," he glanced at her once, and then led her to sit down on a long wooden bench in the garden.
Gu Qiangwei was still in shock, "How could it be ruined?"
He turned his gaze toward her, meeting her clear, dark pupils, "Since when have you cared so much about her?"
She stunned for a moment; her concern wasn’t really about Nangong Feifei, but rather she had a slight interest in her injury.
After all, she was Nangong Feifei, the cherished pearl of the Nangong Family. Who could possibly ruin her leg?
A face suddenly flashed in her mind, and she abruptly turned to look at Qin Sijue—could it have been him?
"By the way, I have something to tell you."
Her words were interrupted by him, which also successfully diverted her attention.
Gu Qiangwei blinked, "What?"
He stared at her, his eyes deep, "You have Demon’s Blood in your body."
Gu Qiangwei froze, staring intently at him.
She had... Demon’s Blood in her body?
How could that be possible?
"You’re not joking?" She looked at him incredulously, quite astonished and shocked by the sudden news.
He propped a hand on his temple, observing her with interest, "Do I need to?"
Gu Qiangwei was completely dumbfounded.
She had Demon’s Blood in her body for real?
But why would she have Demon’s Blood? And who exactly were her biological parents?
Qin Sijue was actually quite curious about this as well.
In this world, there weren’t many people who possessed Demon’s Blood. Who were her real parents?
Gu Qiangwei lowered her gaze, her whole being still unable to recover from the shock.
Having Demon’s Blood meant that she could be with Qin Sijue without any concerns, right? She didn’t need to worry about what others said or thought; she could cast everything aside and be with him.
But why did she have Demon’s Blood, and who exactly was her father, and whether her mother was dead or alive at this moment.
Seeing her lost in thought, Qin Sijue couldn’t help but raise his arm, drawing her into his embrace and allowing her face to rest against his warm chest.
Leaning in his arms, Gu Qiangwei still couldn’t collect herself from the shock about the blood. If she had Demon’s Blood, then the child from before...
At this thought, she suddenly pulled away from his chest, staring at him urgently, "Then the child we had before, he didn’t die, he’s alive, right?"
Meeting her eyes filled with agony, Qin Sijue felt a pang of heartache.
He raised his hand, caressing her cheek tenderly, trying to steer her away from that thought.
Because the past was over, and the child couldn’t come back.
"It’s over, don’t think about it anymore."
His eyes were warm with sympathy for her.
But such words only pricked Gu Qiangwei’s heart.
"How is it over? That was my child..."
Tears spread across her eyes, also causing Qin Sijue’s heart to tighten.
He wasn’t good with words, nor knew how to comfort a woman, and he didn’t realize such words could hurt her.
"I know what’s on your mind," he once again pulled her into his embrace, his jaw resting on top of her head, "We will have more children, and I promise you can have as many as you want."