"I know nothing, but my grandmother might know something."
Lu Qingyi also found it strange. It was impossible that her grandmother knew nothing. She used to think that she looked a lot like Yao Meishu, so she never thought much about her identity.
She just assumed that she was naturally unwelcome to Yao Meishu and Lu Yao.
Xu Boyan sent the letter, and the two of them waited for news in the hotel.
Lu Qingyi sold the house in Jin City because she didn't plan to live here anymore; she had no feelings for this place. Her grandmother's old house in the small town was still preserved and she planned to renovate it when she had the time.
That place truly carried the memories of her happy childhood and moments with her grandmother.
"Where do you plan to live in the future?"
Xu Boyan held Lu Qingyi's hand. Perhaps it was starting to get colder, but Lu Qingyi's hand was truly cold.
It was a bone-chilling cold that made Xu Boyan hold her hand more tightly.
"Kyoto."
