"Little Rou. Do you still remember what happened back then?" Zhang Fu was silent for a moment, then lifted his head.
"I remember." Wen Rou nodded. She was only six years old at the time, but she could recall.
"They might have found Qingya Academy." Zhang Fu came straight to the point: "Grandfather... Grandfather has no choice either, he can't just watch the academy be destroyed, so..."
As he spoke, Zhang Fu's eyes reddened.
After all, over the centuries, Zhang Fu truly regarded Wen Rou as his own granddaughter and had genuine feelings for her.
Earlier, when talking with Su Chen, it was logic that prevailed.
At this moment, standing before Wen Rou, emotions of guilt and reluctance surged up all at once.
"Grandfather, I understand. Little Rou will leave soon." Wen Rou was also in tears. She bit her lip and said.
"Little Rou..." Zhang Fu's voice choked.