Mrs. Huo let out a breath and nodded. I understand. i'm sorry, i was just too worried."
hua yan smiled gently.
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In an old, dilapidated house.
the moonlight shone in through the window. outside the gauze window, a few mosquitoes were flying and bumping into each other, as if trying to break into the house.
an xiaowan and her grandfather sat opposite each other, both silent.
the story of these years had come to an end.
his grandfather was crying.
An Xiaowan didn't know how to comfort him, and she felt that he didn't need it.
after all, he should still be in the digestion stage. So many things had suddenly barged into his mind, how could he not be surprised?
however, at this age, people were no longer at the stage where they would simply believe what others said.
after silently crying for a while, he looked at an xiaowan with a deep gaze and said in a hoarse voice, " everyone is saying that you killed yanmo. How can you prove that you didn't? "
