But Fu Zhige truly was ruthless.
Before leaving, he severed the tendons in Shen Fu's hands and feet.
Afterward, her screams filled the basement.
Perhaps realizing they would never let her go, she even began cursing at them.
Very well. Fu Zhige smiled coldly, turned the dagger in his hand, and cut out her tongue.
But they felt none of the satisfaction of revenge.
If only Shen Fu's death could bring their little sister back.
Only after weaving a dream for Shen Fu did they leave.
They went to the cemetery again.
"Little sister, we've avenged you."
"Mom, live well over there with our little sister. Don't worry about us..."
"Grandpa, the tea leaves aren't ready yet. Stop picking them."
It was already evening.
An hour earlier, Qin Yan had seen off her little friends, who had been reluctant to leave.
She found her grandfather by the tea tree and saw him put a freshly picked leaf into his mouth, looking utterly content.
"You can't pick them until the day after tomorrow."
Old Master Fu smiled awkwardly. He had simply been craving them.
"Ahem... these tea leaves smell so good."
Qin Yan leaned closer and sniffed. The rich fragrance was stronger than that of ordinary tea leaves.
They really did smell wonderful.
"When are my uncles coming home?"
Holding her grandfather's hand, Qin Yan sat down with him in the garden pavilion.
The streetlights and moon lit the courtyard brightly. Having some fruit and pastries here while enjoying the scenery was quite nice.
"Soon."
Although he had not asked what those boys had gone to do, he had a fair idea.
"Grandpa, why don't I have a grandma?"
She had heard about grandmothers from Lu Xiaojin and the others today.
Apparently, if she had a grandfather, she should have