When she returned home, she sat in the big chair and looked at the empty chair opposite her. She vaguely returned to the past. When she saw the kind-looking old man in the old military uniform looking at her kindly, Ye Jian smiled.
After returning home, she peeled off the hardest outer shell that could withstand wind and rain, making the smile that lingered on the corner of her lips appear so soft. "Grandpa, are you okay? I don't know when I'll be back again.
"I have good news for you. I've been waiting for Ye Zhifan to fall. I've waited two lifetimes for this family to be dealt with. Grandpa, I'm really happy."
Ye Jian, who had a soft smile on her face, seemed to have returned to the time when Uncle Gen was still alive. She spoke slowly, carefully, and softly about Principal Chen and Xia Jinyuan.
"I haven't told you why I suddenly became sensible in the second year of middle school. I've always wanted to tell you, but I couldn't.
