He said it with such certainty!
Those words seemed to be said not so much for Mo Qiansu as they were for himself.
...
That night, Gu Zhenhua didn't wake up.
Mo Qiansu and Gu Xuanye stayed with him in his room for a while.
In just a short interval of not seeing him, Gu Zhenhua had aged significantly. Now, where was the stern and harsh demeanor he had in front of her? He was just a frail old man in need of care.
Mo Qiansu occasionally glanced at the man beside her, his lips pressed tightly together, his handsome face tense, his expression constantly burdened with heavy thoughts.
She knew that he was very worried about his grandfather's health.
Gu Xuanye was indeed concerned about his grandfather's health, but his worries were not limited to just that.
He was thinking, if the fire that happened four years ago had nothing to do with his grandfather, then who was behind all of this?!
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The next morning.