Through the corridor, the wheels of the wheelchair rolled over the ground, making a faint sound.
Along the way, the atmosphere between the two brothers was somewhat subtle, remaining silent.
"Brother, will you come with me to her memorial service this year?" Shen Yan suddenly spoke, a hint of nostalgia flickering in his eyes.
Shen Hua, who was pushing the wheelchair, paused, his gaze not revealing any emotions.
"Why bring her up all of a sudden."
"Brother, after so many years, you should let go of your grudges," Shen Yan said solemnly. "After all, she never wronged us. We are the ones who owe her. You..."
If it weren't for them, she wouldn't have died so young.
Shen Hua interrupted him coldly, "Enough, I don't want to bring her up. If you want to visit, go by yourself."
That cold-hearted woman, he would never forgive her.
Shen Yan sighed lightly, seeing his anger and didn't continue to speak.
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