Everything inside had the old lady's aura.
He Yanzhi stood in the room, tidying up everything. His hands did not stop, his back emiting loneliness.
Because he always thought that he was the one who killed the old lady.
Had he not gone to Brother Nan to make a deal, everything would not have happened.
Auntie Hong wouldn't have died, Grandma wouldn't have died, and his family wouldn't have left him one by one.
As he thought of this, his right fist clenched. The old lady's brooch in his palm pierced him, and blood flowed down.
Seeing this, Little Qi quickly walked up and raised her right hand to stop him. "Let go. Don't you want your hand anymore?"
"I don't want it anymore." He Yanzhi unclenched his right hand and looked at the blood-stained brooch in his palm. "Because Grandma died because of me."