"No." Gu Mingyue said bluntly, "My grandparents absolutely despise your family, you have no idea that back then when I crawled into your bed..."
Gu Mingyue stopped mid-sentence.
Gu Minglu wore an expression that said, go on.
Gu Mingyue cleared her throat, "Well, you should be thankful my grandpa passed away."
"Huh?" Gu Minglu's eyes tightened.
"He fell ill the first year we came to Chongqing and never really got better; he passed away the second year." Gu Mingyue explained, appearing very calm.
At that moment, Gu Minglu felt a twinge of heartache.
Back then, how did Gu Mingyue cope with it, facing the death of someone so dear to her, all alone in this strange city, with nothing to rely on?
