After hanging up the phone, Ning Weiwei remained silent for a long while.
Her entire being felt numb, the shock of the matter too overwhelming for her.
Logically, she should hate her adoptive parents.
After all, they had taken her away, causing Ning Weiwei to be separated from her birth parents since childhood.
And because her birth parents had died early,
she hadn't even had the chance to meet her biological parents once.
Yet, deep down, she couldn't bring herself to hate them.
For the past twenty or so years, her adoptive parents had treated her like a treasure, as if she were too precious to drop, too delicate to dissolve.
Even to say that she had been the happiest person in the world for the past twenty years wasn't an exaggeration.
Ning Weiwei sat stunned in her chair, her eyes vacant for a long time.
After a long while, she stood up and called out to Jiang Jiye, "Grandpa, I'm back."
"Child, it's good to be back, good to be back."
