Her face is not dark and weathered.

Her hands still fixed in the air were not the rough hands of the farmer.

Although her clothes are not very luxurious, they are far from patched rags and linen!

She is not a poor person!

What about him?

Amu still held the knife, and he looked at Qiuchen again:

"Who are you?"

"...I am your father!"

Amu took a deep breath, his knife trembling slightly.

He suddenly sheathed the knife.

With a sound of "Clang...!", the long sword was returned to its sheath.

He turned around and walked towards the small wooden building in the woods by the lake.

He said coldly to Qiu Chen and Wu Wen: "You have recognized the wrong person!"
Chapter completed!