In the evening, her parents didn't come home.
Knowing her daughter couldn't hear, Gu Nuan's mother had no choice but to diligently send her several text messages. Thus, Gu Nuan asked about her sick grandfather's condition.
"Your grandfather—" when Gu Nuan's mother mentioned her father-in-law, her tone was filled with helpless exclamation.
Gu Nuan didn't need to think to know that the old man was faking illness again.
After carefully checking that the doors and windows were secured and inspecting the water and electricity, Gu Nuan returned to her room, where Su Yixia was lying on her bed flipping through a book. When she saw Gu Nuan coming in, Su Yixia pointed at the bookshelf in her room, and with a gesture of surprise, indicated: I didn't know your family had so many books.
Gu Nuan was a bookworm, a bibliophile. In her childhood, some even mistook her for being autistic, as she liked to confine herself at home, and what did she do there? Read books.
