She Couldn’t Have Gone Crazy, Right?

Cen Shuang seemed to have recovered from her shock. She wiped the tears from her face, glanced at the tombstone, and turned to leave the mountain.

In the Zhuang family's villa, after Lan Yibai had spoken to Zhuang Hong, Zhuang Xinyan followed her back to her room. "It's so late and she's still not back. I think that something is keeping her out there."

Lan Yibai turned to look at her and said unhappily, "Even though you're older than her, you talk like you don't have a brain. If you don't have anything useful to say, don't say anything. Do you really want me to get Boyan to sew your mouth shut with a needle?"

Zhuang Xinyan was reprimanded and looked displeased. "What's wrong with me now? Why are you like this when I talk about her? I really don't know who your real daughter is. Why am I the one with no brain?"