The little beggar asked countless questions in a row while simply staring at Qin Wan, clearly wanting Qin Wan to give him an answer. These questions had puzzled him for many years. The more he followed Qin Wan and observed him, the more questions arose, and the more perplexed he became.
"According to common sense, I should have found you after that winter ended and asked you what wish you had. You gave me a cotton coat, theoretically allowing me to survive that winter. I should repay you by fulfilling your wish, but I didn't."
"Because I didn't understand why you did this, I wanted to know the reason. If I helped you fulfill a wish, then I couldn't follow you like this."
Qin Wan quietly listened. Qin Huai could see that there were things Qin Wan didn't quite understand, like how she still didn't know what the little beggar really was—whether he was an immortal or a demon. But that didn't prevent Qin Wan from understanding the little beggar's confusion.
