"So, the Patriarch... something happened to him?"
Jiang Jiamian inwardly wailed, but his face still wore a shocked yet worried expression.
Fu Xin nodded silently. His fists clenched tightly at his sides until his knuckles turned white, his nails digging into his palms, yet he felt no pain.
Seeing him bite his lip so hard it nearly bled, Jiang Jiamian sighed inwardly. Wearing a pained expression, he gently patted Fu Xin's shoulder and cautiously tried to pull him into a comforting embrace.
As expected, the moment Jiang Jiamian reached out, Fu Xin's guard immediately returned. Still immersed in grief and hatred, he instinctively pushed Jiang Jiamian's hand away, took a step back, and looked at him warily.
However, after stepping back, Fu Xin realized his reaction had been somewhat inappropriate. Lowering his eyes, he whispered, "I'm sorry... I just..."
"It's alright." Jiang Jiamian waved his hand dismissively.
