Ye Qingwan's voice echoed in the ward.
"Back then, she accepted my condition and made me swear a blood oath. No matter which one of you I like when I grow up, Brother Shi Mo will die a horrible death."
When these words came out of Ye Qingwan's mouth, she seemed to see the poor little girl back then, swearing with tears in her eyes.
Her hand was wrapped tightly by the man's warm palm.
She looked up.
Gu Shimo's gaze was still there.
His eyes were affectionate and gentle, full of heartache and pity.
The wounds in Ye Qingwan's heart slowly healed under his gentle gaze.
Gu Ziyang was stunned for a while.
No one knew what he was thinking.
After a long while, he asked," How did she cause Uncle Ye and Auntie Ye's deaths?"
"It's too late tonight. You need to rest even if you're injured. Moreover, this matter can't be finished in two sentences. Or maybe, even after I spent half a day talking, you still wouldn't believe me."
".."
