Genshin Impact: This fireplace house is your graveyard.

Chapter 284 The Mysteriously Appearing Assassin

Siegwen's fingertips, cool as morning dew, gently caressed Qiuhe's cheek. Her voice was like a clear spring flowing over jade, each syllable wrapped in the softness of iris nectar. The hand, trembling with anger, gradually relaxed in Siegwen's palm, the bulging veins receding, the boiling rage solidifying like molten lava in his chest.

Qiuhe remained silent for a long time before releasing his grip on the administrator's hair. Seeing this, Xigewen, while still holding Qiuhe's hand, quickly reached out with her other hand to support the administrator's neck, preventing his head from falling into the casserole.

Seeing this, Leosley helped the caretaker up, and upon seeing the caretaker's face, realized that he had fainted from excessive shock and pain.

"I'm sorry, Head Nurse. I... want to be alone." Qiuhe said quietly and was about to leave, but Xigewen didn't let go of his hand; instead, she tightened her grip. "Qiuhe," she called out gently, stopping him.

"Children shouldn't bottle up their sadness or distress; it can cause significant harm to their mental well-being. Qiuhe, can you tell me what's on your mind?"

Qiuhe didn't answer. She simply placed her hand on the soft little hand that Xigewen was holding, and gently pried his hand away. "Thank you, Head Nurse. But don't worry about me, I'm fine."

With his back to Siegwen, he uttered his final words, then strode away from the dining area. Meanwhile, at the Hearth House, in the bright and peaceful afternoon sun, the clanging of wooden swords gradually grew louder.

In the back garden of the House of Hearths, Clement was practicing sparring with Peruvieri. Peruvieri moved with agility, her sword wielding like a nimble dragon, launching attack after attack on Clement. Her eyes were focused, and every movement was powerful yet perfectly timed.

With each swing of her sword, Peruvieri carefully controlled it to a point where Clementine could just barely parry it, and Clementine, now drenched in sweat, struggled to defend herself.

Peruvieri had noticed Clement's unusual behavior from the beginning; his eyes were darting around, he couldn't concentrate at all, and he seemed completely absent-minded, as if his mind had drifted off somewhere else. The others watching from the sidelines were also puzzled as to what was wrong with Clement.

I've practiced sparring with Peruvier before. Back then, while Clementine wasn't exactly in complete control, she wasn't as restless as she is now. And I noticed that Clementine wasn't really focused on the trial and her stamina was also declining.

Peruvée spotted an opening, and with a squatting, spinning sweeping kick, Clementine lost her balance and was thrown sideways in the air, about to fall to the ground. In fear, she covered her eyes with her hands, but the expected pain of her head hitting the ground did not occur.

She felt a warm embrace, and Clementine slowly opened her hands, which were covering her eyes, a crack in the fabric. She saw that it was Peruvé who had pulled her into her arms in time, preventing her from falling. "Clementine, you're worried about Lei, aren't you?"

Peruvéli's words were not merely a question, but also a statement of fact. Clement listened in silence, yet even so, sadness was etched on his face.

Peruvieri gently put her down, and everyone rushed over with concern. "Sister Clementine, what's wrong? Why do you seem so distracted?" Seeing how worried Sina and the others were about her,

Clay was silent for a long time before slowly replying, "I... I still miss Leyi so much. Even though we've written to him, what if the letters didn't get sent? Or what if they did get damaged and Leyi can't see our messages? I really miss him."

As Kreeway spoke, her voice began to sink. Sinaqi, listening to the same words, was in no better spirits; a wave of longing washed over her, and she felt as if a warm current might well up in her eyes at any moment.

"Don't be sad, everyone. Leyi must understand what he's doing, given his choice. Worrying now won't change anything; it will only add to our grief."

Moreover, didn't the Water God assure us that the letter would be safely delivered to Mello Petersburg? At least we should be able to trust the Water God.”

Although the group didn't respond to Kailer's words, they all knew the answer in their hearts. At this moment, if even the Water God couldn't be trusted, then they couldn't think of anyone else who could be relied upon.

Kyle walked to the backyard door and slowly pushed it open. "Alright, there's no point in everyone staying so down. Clay isn't interested in practicing either. If there's nothing else, let's all go for a walk." The group left the fireplace house last.

However, due to their inability to concentrate on their thoughts of Qiuhe, the group unknowingly ended up at the beach where they had first gone out to play. Looking at the familiar sand, the seagulls flying overhead, and the gentle sea breeze blowing around them…

Just then, a ray of sunlight reflected off the beach near the shore. Clay slowly walked forward, bent down, and picked up a glowing starfish from the ground, holding it in his hands. The others also came to Clay's side.

She gazed at the luminous starfish in her hand for a while, then gently closed her eyes and sighed softly. "I'm sorry, everyone, I still miss Leyi so much. There are so many memories here, not just here, but in every corner of Fontainebleau, we left our footprints. Every time I see these things, I'm reminded of them."

The companions stood quietly to the side, listening intently. Although they had originally come out to relax, Clayville's words had once again filled their hearts with a heavy sense of longing.

As they reminisced about the past, a tall shadow appeared from the side. Everyone looked over and saw a man in overalls with a large beard standing there. Amidst their confusion...

The stranger then took out two photos and placed them in front of Clay. "Kid, have you seen the people in these photos?" Clay looked at the photos with curiosity.

She then noticed that one photo showed a young woman dressed as a maid, and another showed a man and a woman, with the two children in the photos appearing to be only three or four years old.

Clay shook his head, indicating he hadn't seen the person in the photo, but Chehui then asked, "Uncle, what brings you to the photo?" The man, his tone extremely unpleasant, replied:

"Don't ask these kinds of questions about adult matters, you little brats. Just answer whatever they ask you, and that's it. Well, since you haven't seen it before, I'm leaving."

After the man finished speaking, he put away the photo and turned to leave. But just as he had gone a certain distance, Che Hui suddenly spoke up again, saying, "Hmm, based on my experience reading countless novels, that look, that tone of voice, that face, and that attire, and even the way he casually inquired about a woman and two children..."

It seems someone has hired a hitman to kill the two children and the woman in the photo. Just after Chehui finished speaking, he noticed everyone staring at him with wide eyes. Lily asked incredulously...

"Uh... So, Kirie, you mean that the old man was a hitman, and he asked us if we'd seen the people in the photo because he was going to kill the woman and child in the photo?" Kirie paused for two seconds, then nodded slightly.

Everyone shouted in unison, "Then why didn't you say so sooner?!" Qie Hui simply shrugged. "It wouldn't have mattered. Even if we had stopped him, the person who sent the assassin would have just sent others."

“But we can’t just let him hurt the woman and child in that photo.” Seeing Clementine’s attention drawn to the matter, Chehui smiled slightly. “Yes, that’s right. Turning a blind eye to such evil is certainly not the behavior good children should emulate. Since that’s the case, then we have no choice but to…”

After speaking, Qiehui followed in the direction the man had left. The others understood what she meant and followed her as well.