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I went to Yuan's house, and Yuan Youli and her grandmother are now in the hospital. There must be no one in the Yuan family, I want to know the secret on the photo. What the hell is there that I don't know.

"Miss Yuri." Yu's mother was not too surprised to see me. She seemed to have a different kind of affection and tried to call me. "Cause."

I raised my eyes to look at her, remembering that Yu's mother had been with the Yuan family for a long time. Yu's mother's face has always been like this in my eyes, and it has not changed in the slightest.

"It's me." Yes, I'm Yuan Yin.

Yu Ma already knows this.

"Yuan Yin, it's really you." Yu's mother's expression was not pretending, she was excited to see me. Yes, it seems that only Yu's mother has a cause in her memory.

"Come in." Yu's mother still thought I was the child at the beginning.

Yes, in Yu's mother's eyes, Yuan Yin has always been a kind child.

But what to do, I'm not anymore.

"I want to look around." I'm no longer a guest, so it's not abrupt to say it now.

"Are you just going to live and not leaving?" Yu's mother looked at me with a sincere look in her eyes.

"Grandma and my sister don't welcome me." I'm telling the truth, if we live together, I think grandma will be angry again.

"The old lady is old, not the past. This time the old lady had cancer, and we all hid it from her. Speaking of this, Yu's mother was a little emotional and even helpless.

But that's all I remember in my head. Grandma doesn't have much time left.

For a moment, I felt that my grandmother was doing what she was supposed to do, that she hated me, that she could ignore me, that she could even abandon me.

But only for a moment, for a moment. I felt a little uncomfortable because my grandmother wouldn't recognize me even if she died. I don't understand why my granddaughter is so tragic.

"Mom, I'm hungry." I looked at Yu's mother, and I wanted to go there again to look at the photo problem.

"Okay, I'll make you your favorite Sixi Yuanzi." Yu's mother left with a smile.

It's what I used to like, but I don't necessarily like now. What you like now may not have liked before. But if someone can remember what I once liked, I will be moved and then work hard to turn the past like into the current like.

But no one gave me anything to give, because it wasn't worth it.

I walked towards the staircase, and I knew there was something inside. I'm still the same as always, but this time I don't want to be the same.

This time there was nothing, it was empty. Was it discovered, or was it a shift?

If I don't get what I want, then I'll have to go to my grandmother's room.

I walked in and looked at my surroundings. Every drawer, every detail.

But most of them were inconsequential things, so I walked over to my grandmother's bedside and began to rummage through the cabinets next to her.

It was mostly clothes, until I found out that there were a lot of books inside.

I've gone through each of them, and I haven't learned anything.

The bookmark in the book accidentally fell out, and I immediately picked it up.

There wasn't much on the bookmark, just a sentence.

“youforever

xl”

It was a very simple thing, but as far back as I can remember, my grandmother didn't know English, so it was definitely not something my grandmother wrote to my grandfather.

I glanced at the title of the book. It is the famous Shakespearean tragedy "Romeo and Juliet".

It is even more certain that it was not written by my grandmother, because it is very simple, this is not a Chinese book, this is an all-English episode.

It's strange that this book is here with grandma.

I looked through the book and didn't get any reliable information. There isn't even a single mark in the book. I read the publication date of the book, it was a long time ago, at least thirty years ago, and it was impossible to find out anything if I looked it up.

This book has no value, at least for me.

The only thing of value is the bookmark, which is simply a piece of paper. But it's hardly of much value, and there are too many people in the world who are likely to write about it.

However, I have very few memories of my mother. After all, it's hard for me to think of someone who hasn't been in my world at all.

My mother was gentle, my father's only wife. But he also died early.

Maybe I should have set my sights on the last signature. xl, but these two letters don't mean anything to me either. I'm not going to look for the owner of these two letters.

The note was of little value, but I kept it in my pocket anyway.

I was wondering where my grandmother could hide things, but I didn't know the structure of the villa, and I thought that was probably the trickiest problem.

I tried knocking on the wall, but nothing out of the ordinary.

It's really tricky for me, and it hardly makes much sense for me to look like this.

When I got up, I was looking around anxiously. I heard footsteps, very close, very close.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk." This is the sound of high-heeled shoes, and I guess Yuan Youli is back.

I straightened out my reasoning and walked straight out of my grandmother's room. Sure enough, I saw Yuan Youli and bumped into her head-on.

I wasn't surprised that I looked at her like that, and even smiled at her.

"What are you doing?" Yuan Youli looked at me, and I thought she should have seen me come out of my grandmother's room.

"I didn't do anything, as a member of the Yuan family, can't I even enter my grandmother's room?" I looked at her with a smile, and if you were weak, she would notice.

I said that, and walked straight over.

"Because of this, if you launch Weiqian, I will still treat you as I once did, as I once did. I will still give you heaven, I am still the sister Yuan Yi who loves you. We won't change anything. Yuan Youli took my hand and looked at me with that look.

She was exploiting me, exploiting the only feelings I had left.

She said it really beautifully, leaving Weiqian. I can still live on the clouds, she is still the sister who loves me, and she is still the kind Yuan Yi.

Why do I want to cry? Why do I have a feeling of indulgence.

"If I didn't have the bargaining chip of Weiqian, and I was still that lowly cause, would I still love me?" I looked at Yuan Youli, if I had nothing, would you still look for me? Will you still believe that Yin Yin is not dead, and Yin Yin is waiting for her to be rescued?

Yuan Youli looked at me and was silent.

"Will you still love me?" I didn't give up looking at her.

Yuan Youli looked at me, but still didn't answer me after all.

"You won't." I threw her hand away. "If I hadn't appeared, you wouldn't have gone to me, because you think that the cause is dead, you will live nobly on the clouds, and you will still be the radiant Yuan Youli."

Of course I knew, with the Yuan family's ability, how could they not know that there were no charred corpses found in that fire. Or did Yuan Youli and my grandmother firmly believe that I was burned to ashes?

It's ridiculous