"He Zhilan, what are you staring at my grandmother for! Don't you know anything about manners! You have the audacity to remain in my house!" Gu En, noticing He Zhilan's gaze, rushed over, shielding his grandmother behind him with the ferocity of a cheetah defending its prey.
Like not hearing Gu En's words, He Zhilan was shaking her head gently, murmuring to herself, "No~No~It must be my mistake~Yes, indeed it must be."
Tears suddenly pierced her defenses, and in an instant, they collapsed.
The once tender face from her memories had morphed into one of severe reprimand and even disgust. He Zhilan's heart ached uncontrollably.
Is this reality?
"What's going on?" The old master of the Gu family hobbled over with his cane, drawn by the ruckus. The squabble in the kitchen had attracted the attention of those outside, and many had gathered around.
