About Secrets
"You're lying," Xue Ning said, shaking her head in disbelief. "There's no way… Impossible. I know blood loss makes you woozy, but you shouldn't be lying!"
"Madame, the blood loss happened after we saw your father stand over us with a bloody knife in his hand, not before." Zhong Qing pointed out. "I'm not a master at getting stabbed, but even I know he's a professional! He looked like a wuxia pugilist!"
"You're not a knife holder or from a wuxia world, how would you know the difference?" Xue Ning retorted, quickly tying one last knot to ensure the bandage held. Her hands were steady, even as her mind whirled in confusion.
If her father had skills like these, why would he be content with being an owner of a small noodle restaurant in the middle of nowhere, one that had to give face and care about the opinions of all these small-minded folk?