Jiang Mianmian: "…Oh."
She didn't feel disappointed, just a bit curious about her mother's past life and those she had never met.
But considering the label of Black Five Categories, her grandfather's fate must not have been too good.
Thinking this, she stretched out her tender little hand like a little adult and patted Su Wanyu's back quietly, offering comfort.
Mom, don't be sad, you still have me and Dad.
Wang Li and Li Lan were young and hadn't experienced that era, so they were utterly baffled when Su Wanyu spoke of these old times.
"What are you doing? Why are you patting me?" Su Wanyu pulled Jiang Mianmian's hand off her back disdainfully.
These events all happened many years ago, the tears that were going to be shed had been shed; she had come to terms with them, otherwise, she wouldn't be able to talk about them so casually today.