"Why did you suddenly think of coming here?"
After more than a month of absence, Zuo Xingyun had no extra words to say, and his tone was so casual that it was as if nothing had happened.
Instead of answering, Xiang Wan countered, "Then why are you here?"
The place was nearly a three-hour drive from the center of Haicheng, and it was not the day of public remembrance. It stood to reason that Zuo Xingyun should not have been there.
"Today is the seventh anniversary of my grandmother's passing."
Upon hearing this, Xiang Wan was momentarily stunned.
According to the timeline, it seemed that Zuo Xingyun's grandmother had passed away not long after he had entered prison, and from the second year's anniversary, counting up to today, it was exactly the seventh.
The reason she remembered so clearly was that he had left right after her tenth birthday, and he had also said that he went to prison after leaving the Xiang Family.
