Chapter 17 Gone
He slaughtered those smelly beasts one after another, and was almost crushed to death under the corpses.
After finally pushing the animal corpse away, he was taken away by that old madman.
He wished he hadn't been able to knock those bodies away.
There would not be the subsequent life worse than death.
And what about An Zhi?
She has no ability, her "success" is insignificant, and even due to chance and the other party's subconscious letting go.
She was so weak that she had difficulty even standing.
But at this moment, the light in her eyes was more... dazzling than any power.
Seeing that he didn't say anything and just looked at herself, An Zhi thought that he was still "sad". The excitement on her little face faded a little, and was stained with a hint of uneasiness.
She twisted her fingers and added softly:
“Uncle…you are teaching me, right?
Like...like what others call 'after-school tutoring'?"
She tried hard to recall the words she had occasionally heard adults mention, and nodded vigorously with her little head.
“Even though you’re sometimes bad…
But I know you want to teach me something... Please be nice to me and don’t charge me for anything..."
Her logic was simple and direct, and she understood Quinn's almost torturous "teaching" as free "tutoring" for her own good.
The room was silent.
The two big men lowered their heads, their shoulders trembling almost imperceptibly, trying hard to suppress some complicated emotions.
Quinn remained silent.
He neither confirmed nor denied An Zhitian's naive "cram school" theory.
He simply turned and headed for the door.
"rest."
He dropped two words in a low voice, unable to tell whether he was happy or angry.
The door closed behind him.
An Zhi stood there, confusion and a little bit of remaining excitement still on his little face.
She touched the mushroom on her head, and the light seemed brighter and warmer than before.
The two big men breathed a long, silent sigh of relief as if they had been pardoned. They felt even more tired than after moving goods all day.
The way they looked at An Zhi was so complicated that it was hard to describe.
An Zhi narrowed his eyes.
Well, although the teacher of this "cram school" is very fierce and mean, but... it seems to be really useful?
Moreover, he really didn't take the money! He really treated her well!
…
The two big men almost slipped out of the room along the wall, leaving An Zhi alone gasping for breath facing the empty wall.
Not long after, the door was pushed open silently again.
This time it wasn't the scarred man or the big guy who came in, but Quinn himself.
He was carrying a flat, dark brown leather suitcase.
An Zhi was still immersed in the afterglow of his "success" and a little excitement. When he saw Quinn, he subconsciously looked at him with bright eyes, as if silently saying: Look, I tried my best!
Quinn didn't see the small hint of pride on her face.
His eyes fell on her - the dark gray old coat that was taken off from old Kane, which was too loose, covered with dust and unknown stains, wrapped around her small body like a rag.
The cuffs were worn white and the hem dragged to her ankles, making her look like a poor little girl who had stolen adult clothes.
He frowned slightly, and that tiny wrinkle concealed an almost instinctive disgust, not towards An Zhi, but towards this inappropriate "wrapping".
He carried the box to the only small table in the middle of the room and placed the box flat on it.
There were two soft "click" sounds and the brass buckle popped open.
Quinn opened the lid.
An Zhi stood on tiptoe curiously.
I looked inside. The box was lined with dark blue velvet, with a set of clothes neatly arranged on top.
It wasn't the style any child had ever worn.
It was a piece of riding gear that was obviously very exquisite.
The jacket was made of supple, dark green leather, sharply tailored, with fitted shoulders, fitted cuffs, and small, polished black buttons.
Around his waist was a finger-wide leather belt of the same color, with a simple silver ring buckle.
The most special thing is the hem - it is not pants, but a knee-length, fluffy dark green thick woolen skirt. The edge of the skirt is embroidered with dense and complex vine patterns with darker dark green silk thread, and the stitches are so fine that they are almost invisible.
Next to it was a pair of small, soft black leather boots.
The whole set of clothes has no fancy decorations, but reveals a low-key luxury, like a miniature work of art, or like a set of armor prepared for some special occasion.
An Zhi was stunned.
She had never seen such beautiful clothes.
Quinn picked up the small shirt and turned to walk towards An Zhi. His tall figure loomed over them, bringing with it that unique, breathtaking sense of oppression.
"Take it off," he ordered, his eyes falling on the annoying old coat she was wearing.
An Zhi subconsciously clutched the front of his coat, a flicker of panic in his large eyes. Taking off his clothes? In front of this terrifying uncle?
Quinn didn't urge her, but just looked at her quietly. There was no emotion in his deep eyes, but they were more powerful than any urging.
An Zhi bit her lip, and finally began to slowly and clumsily unbutton the rough big buttons on her old coat.
The little hands were shaking a little because of nervousness, and it took several attempts to untie one.
Quinn didn't help, nor did he look away, but waited patiently, as if admiring a collection that needed unpacking.
Finally, the old coat was taken off, revealing an old cotton jacket underneath that was also washed to a pale color.
An Zhi shrank back, twisting the corners of his clothes nervously. His small body was exposed to the slightly cool air, making him look even thinner and more fragile.
Quinn then took a step forward.
He picked up the dark green top and put it around An Zhi's shoulders.
The cool touch with the unique scent of fine leather against his skin made An Zhi shiver slightly.
Quinn helped her put on the sleeves, adjusted the shoulder line, and fastened the small buttons on the chest.
Then came the skirted bottoms. Quinn squatted down, her movements still graceful and calm.
He gestured to An Zhi to lift her feet and helped her put them on.
The hem of the thick tweed skirt hung down, fluffy and soft, covering the knees just right, and the dark green vine patterns were faintly visible in the light.
Finally, he helped her put on the small leather boots and tied the thin straps on the side. His movements were as smooth as if he had practiced them a thousand times.
During the entire process, Quinn didn't say a word.
The only sounds in the room were the rustling of clothes and his steady breathing.
He was focused almost religiously, as if he was completing an extremely important work.
An Zhi was like a delicate doll being manipulated and could only stand there passively.
She secretly looked up at his face so close to her. His jawline was cold and hard, and his long eyelashes drooped, hiding all the emotions in his eyes.
When the laces of the last boot were tied, Quinn stood up, took a step back, and looked at the refreshed An Zhi from head to toe.
The dark green color makes her already fair face even more radiant, and the neat tailoring highlights the petite figure unique to children, while giving her a touch of heroism.
Like a beautiful product.
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