Chapitre 432: Chapter 92: Conflicting Psychology_3

Xuan Yue looked up and said, "There's no need for thanks, I did it for my sister too! By the way, thanks for the fruit, it's delicious. I love the fresh, sweet taste. I've left some for you, you should try it too." As she spoke, she pointed at the remaining fruit on the table.

As Ah Dai was savouring the fruit, he reached for a book, intending to read. But Xuan Yue, piqued with curiosity, asked, "Ah Dai, didn't you say this place is your teacher's home? Why haven't we seen your teacher?"

At her question, Ah Dai stiffened; his fruit fell onto the table as grief leaked from his expression. He set the book on the table, propped himself up with his hands, and murmured, "My teacher... my teacher is dead."

Xuan Yue's heart jumped. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stir up your sorrow." Seeing Ah Dai's melancholic state, she too felt unease settling within her.