One memory after another flashed through Ou Ruoshui's mind, but she couldn't grasp them, couldn't help but weep over her framed photograph.
The more anxious she grew, the faster the glimpses in her mind appeared, the more she wept, the blanker her mind seemed.
Gu Xiaobei and Zhuang Shuxian sat in the living room, and hearing Ou Ruoshui's cries, they couldn't help but shed tears too. Zhuang Shuxian asked Gu Xiaobei through her tears, "How could Xuerong bear it if she knew about Jiadong's sacrifice?"
Gu Xiaobei lowered her head. She had mentioned Jin Jiadong's sacrifice the previous day when she was telling Jiujiu's story. She figured that Ou Ruoshui, being so smart, must have understood everything by now. She just hadn't recalled her deeply ingrained love yet, so her sorrow was somewhat less intense at the moment.
