Chapter 475: Right and Wrong Do Not Cross the River of Oblivion_1

Grandma Meng looked at you and glanced at Zhao'er a few times, then sighed faintly, "If life were only as it is at first sight, why would autumn winds sorrowfully paint the fan?"

You took Zhao'er's delicate, tender little hand and asked Grandma Meng again, "Elder sister, who exactly is Zhao'er?"

Grandma Meng paused, her face revealing a kind smile as usual, "Child, you are just too stubborn. One day, it will be your downfall."

"A loss may be a blessing. I don't mind suffering a loss. Even if I fall hard and break all my bones, as long as I don't die, I can stand up again!" You stared intently at Grandma Meng, "Elder sister, I'm not interested in anything else. I just want to know Zhao'er's identity—what kind of person was she before, and how can I restore her sanity?"

Once again, there was a long silence.

Because Grandma Meng also fell silent.

The night wind turned colder.