Cheng Beiniu's anxious eyes looked toward the courtyard direction, and he asked again, "Brother Jia, did your sister really say that?"
Little sobbing Cheng Jia wiped away his tears carelessly and nodded seriously, "That box has been kept in my room for a long time, it's a secret only my sister and I know. I check it every day before I can sleep peacefully.
Initially, I didn't know what was inside, but the day sister left, she instructed me to guard the weapon inside the box. Though she didn't say what kind of weapon it was, if it's a weapon that sister treasures, I think... it should be no worse than a kitchen knife."
Cheng Jia analyzed earnestly.
The kitchen knife is quite sharp, and he felt sister wouldn't deceive him.
But that description sounds somewhat unreliable!
Cheng Beiniu was at a loss for words, not knowing what to say.
He turned and stared into Cheng Jia's bright eyes, reflecting seriousness and determination under the faint flickering light.
