"Yuan Yuan, don't put too much pressure on yourself."
The old lady tucked a strand of the woman's hair behind her ear. "Keep your spirits up."
"Maybe it was just a false alarm."
"About that nightmare you had before... could it have been that you were thinking about it so much during the day that you dreamed about it at night?"
"You care too much about Qiqi."
"Actually, you know that treating Qiqi that way was wrong, don't you?"
The woman fell silent.
The old lady had a point.
Maybe she really had been too concerned, and that was why she'd had that dream.
Thinking about it now, she didn't know why she'd been so certain from the start that Qiqi was behind her strange illness.
Was it because she'd woken up that day to find a child who shouldn't have been in her room, acting strangely?
That was all? Such a trivial reason?
The corners of the woman's mouth lifted almost imperceptibly.
It was as if she were mocking herself.
Truthfully, deep down, she felt guilty toward that child, didn't she?
So whenever anything happened, she instinctively suspected the child.
Whether it made sense or not.
The man had no interest in what happened next.
The other party had wanted to see Qiqi.
He'd agreed, and he'd kept his promise.
Now it was time for him to take the child and leave.
He didn't delay. He immediately said his goodbyes to the two old people.
This time, the woman didn't call out to stop him.
The old man smiled at him. "Chunlin, thanks for bringing Qiqi here."
The man shook his head slightly, then gestured for Tao the Elder to take a piece of paper from his bag and hand it to the old man.
He was