Xue'er's eyes widened and she shook her head. "Grandma, I don't need…"
The old lady did not look at Xue'er, her cloudy eyes were fixed on Mu Sihan. "Sihan, you promised Xue'er's father that you would take good care of her but you didn't… You made her suffer for so many years… Grandma is begging you now, can't you promise Grandma?"
Last words.
Last words from another of his most important people.
Mu Sihan's heart became heavy and stifled.
It was as if an invisible hand was wrapped around his neck, strangling him.
"Your father only had one daughter. If he were still alive, he would never let her suffer…"
Silence.
A long silence.
The old lady looked at Mu Sihan stubbornly and when she saw that he was silent, she began to breathe rapidly.
Finally, Mu Sihan took the old lady's hand and nodded. "I'll take care of her."
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