Drifting between consciousness and unconsciousness, Ye Wanwan seemed to return to her childhood.
Next to a brook, an imposing elderly man slowly walked toward a girl with an austere expression and gently knelt down, taking the girl into his arms.
“Grandpa… I miss Dad and Mom. I want to go home…” The girl’s clear eyes fogged with mist.
However, the elderly man shook his head and solemnly looked at the girl. “Your dad and mom passed away already. From now on, you and Grandpa will stick together. Don’t think about your dad and mom anymore, do you understand?”
“No… Grandpa, I miss Dad and Mom…” The mist in the girl’s eyes turned into tears and dripped down.
The elderly man ignored the girl and picked her up, walking away from the brook.
A while later, the elderly man finally said, “Worriless, remember that Grandpa named you Worriless because I hope for you to be forever happy and without worry. Your dad and mom aren’t worthy of being parents. Your mother especially would rather oppose me over your father. Say, Worriless, what right do disloyal, unfilial, and heartless people like them have to be your parents? From now on, don’t mention them and consider them both dead. Grandpa will take good care of you. No one in this world is allowed to make my Little Worriless suffer the slightest grievance.”
“President, we should leave…” Several middle-aged men who appeared spoke to the elderly man. They reverently escorted the girl and the elderly man into a car.
At that moment, a splitting pain ripped through Ye Wanwan’s mind.
The scene skipped—she fell to the ground on her knees, her body covered in blood and disbelief and terror brimming from her eyes.
This was an unimaginable type of despair and helplessness; it was more terrifying than the destruction of the world.
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