Chapter 1942 — Where to Begin?
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Fu... Fu Lin, am I really your wife? What on earth happened to us?" Granny Sun did not believe Uncle Qing was deceiving her. To begin with, her former identity had been nothing but a rag picker—an identity that, before she became the housekeeper for Wei Zhao and Gu Mengyao, could never have matched Uncle Qing. Even now, she felt there was a gap between them.
And at her present age, a woman past her prime, she could hardly be called beautiful. Uncle Qing's love came from the depths of his heart—he was not after anything from her. So in her heart, Granny Sun had come to believe Uncle Qing's words, marveling at what a coincidence it was while also feeling distressed that she could remember nothing at all...
"We..." Uncle Qing hesitated, then still did not continue. "Let's eat first. After we eat, I'll tell you, so as not to spoil everyone's mood..."
What had happened all those years ago could only be called a human tragedy. Now the family was gathered around the dinner table, a time for happy eating—why bring up those sorrowful memories?
Besides, his wife had now been found; it was better not to mention those painful things. The only regret was that their daughter's fate was unknown. She had been so small—she had likely been done away with by their enemies.
And his **, though an expert of the Heaven Rank, how could their enemies have let him leave back then? In protecting him, facing the enemy's encirclement, he had surely long since perished.
"Yes, let's eat first!" Wei Zhao knew Uncle Qing's history and knew that if he spoke of it now, everyone would likely lose their appetite, so he quickly said, "Uncle Qing, meeting Granny Sun again is the will of heaven working in mysterious ways—a joyful occasion. Let's have a couple of drinks together to celebrate!"
"Good!" Though Uncle Qing thought of his daughter and his **, finding his wife now was the greatest fortune in misfortune—truly a happy thing. So he nodded at once in agreement.
The atmosphere of this meal was quite strange. Uncle Qing kept putting food in Granny Sun's bowl, yet Granny Sun had made this meal herself. Wei Zhao, Gu Mengyao, and Shen Yushu wanted to say something but did not know what to say.
This was a matter between Uncle Qing and Granny Sun alone; they could not get a word in.
As for Uncle Qing, though he looked very happy and excited, there were some things he did not know how to broach with Granny Sun, nor where to begin!
In the massacre that wiped out the family all those years ago, Granny Sun had escaped by sheer luck, but their daughter and his ** had likely not been spared. When he told Granny Sun about it, would she be heartbroken?