After several days apart, when Master Gui saw Wufu again, his feelings were complicated, but even more than that, he felt relieved—especially when he saw her standing there with all her limbs intact; that heart that had nowhere to rest suddenly settled firmly into place.
Thud.
Master Gui knelt down and knocked his head to the ground. As soon as he knelt, those behind him all dropped to their knees as well.
"Master Gui, you and I don't need this between us. Please get up." Wufu stepped forward, ready to help him up with her own hands, but Ah Jiu held her back.
Master Gui raised his head; his eyes were bloodshot as he rasped, "This is what I owe you."
When his gaze fell on her flat abdomen, it froze there, his heart sinking—could it be…?
He clenched his fists, his whole being shrouded in a sharp, bitter grief. Had he still come a step too late?
"The child is fine." As a man himself, Ah Jiu quickly understood what Master Gui was thinking and spoke up.
