Seeing the black-robed man standing in front of her, Zhi Wan was stunned.
'So that basin of scalding water… was it this black-robed man who blocked it for me?'
Realizing this, she immediately asked with concern, "Sir, are you alright?"
The man kept his head down and said nothing.
But Zhi Wan saw water dripping down his robe.
Seeing this, her expression changed, and she asked urgently, "Sir?"
The black-robed man finally raised his head and glanced at her. "I'm fine. Don't worry."
His voice was deep and mellow, with a touch of hoarseness that lent it a world-weary quality.
Zhi Wan was taken aback. When she saw his familiar eyes, she couldn't help but ask, "Were you an acquaintance of my parents? We met yesterday at their graves as well."
The black-robed man was silent for a long time. Just as he turned to leave, he said faintly, "I… suppose so."
Zhi Wan wanted to ask more, but the black-robed man quickly walked out of the restaurant and swiftly removed his outer robe.
