"I'll find her!"
"I absolutely—"
"Where are you going to look?"
"You don't know her name or where she lives. You don't know anything!"
"There's never been anyone like that in our family!"
"Xu Qingzhu!"
"Stop being so stubborn!"
The old lady still remembered the look on Qingzhu's face back then: utterly heartbroken, yet forcing himself to deny it.
Her eyes instantly welled up.
Her heart ached, too.
But she couldn't give in.
She had to make her son come to his senses... to make him return to normal...
Now that she thought about it...
"We misunderstood Qingzhu..."
Qingzhu hadn't been delusional...
The Missy he'd talked about really existed...
It was just that no one could see her except Qingzhu.
Was it true?
Had they been wrong about what happened back then...?
Hmm?
The old lady lowered her head and looked at her hands.
The old man patted his wife's hand.
"Don't dwell on it."
"What's past is past."
"Qingzhu is doing well now."
Qingzhu was doing well now...?
The old lady looked a little dazed.
"That's right, Grandma."
Xu Zizhen grinned, looking rather exaggeratedly pleased with himself. "It's all thanks to me."
"I found Master Xiao."
"He helped Uncle fulfill his wish."
"Hehe, I'm Uncle's lucky star."
The old lady was amused by her grandson's expression.
"You cheeky boy..."
"Yes, it's all thanks to you..."
The old lady had gradually accepted what her grandson had said earlier.
A demon...
"Master Xiao..."
The old lady looked at Xiao Xiao.
So... Master Xiao really was Master Xiao.
She'd wondered why her grandson had suddenly started calling his classmate Master Xiao.
Now she understood.
"You..."
The old lady came from a scholarly family and had never believed in ghosts and spirits.
She'd rarely had anything to