Chapter 565

Xiaoguan fell silent for a moment at these words. He offered no comforting remarks, only tightening his grip on the hand he held. He had lost his parents in childhood, elevated to dizzying heights only to be cast down from the altar. The person before him was the one who had treated him best within the Zhang family. Whether this person was being aloof or gentle, even the stern expression worn during lessons matched all his longing and affection for a mother's or elder's care. Feeling the small hand holding his tighten, the corners of Zhang Xici's lips curved upward. This child, full of inner wounds, was such a gentle and good boy. The Zhang family had failed him, but few others in the Zhang family had treated themselves right either. For the sake of the Zhang family and everyone else, they had long since cast themselves aside. Looking at the six-story pavilion before them, Xiaoguan furrowed his brow slightly. "Six floors?"