Throwing the case book on the table, Song Ci stood up and walked to the bay window sill in the study and sat down.

Song Ci pulled up the curtains and pushed open the glass window. Han Zhan heard the noise of the study window being opened and looked up.

Seeing Song Ci sitting on the bay window sill, Han Zhan raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong, Cibao? Didn't you find the book you like?"

Song Ci shook his head.

Staring at Han Zhan's bright and handsome face, Song Ci's mind reappeared the face of the little boy with sinister eyes in the photo. Song Ci was heartbroken. She quietly clenched her fists and said to Han Zhan with a smile: "Brother Han, who do you think our daughter will look like in the future?"

Han Zhan answered without hesitation: "Of course it looks like you."

"Why?"

"You are pretty." Han Zhan was speaking the truth. He felt that a girl would be pretty only if she looked like Song Ci.

"What about personality?"

Han Zhan still said: "It's up to you."

Song Ci asked casually, "What was Brother Han's personality like when he was a child?"

Brother Han was using a short knife to smooth a thin bamboo strip. Hearing this, he said without looking up, "He's quite naughty. Boys are like that, after all."

In fact, he had no idea what a normal little boy should be like. He just always heard others say that boys were more naughty. In order to reassure his grandfather, Han Zhan deliberately did some naughty things to reassure his grandfather.

Han Zhan always makes some big noise, like stealing bird eggs, chasing chickens and dogs.

Song Ci's heart bled when she heard Han Zhan's nonchalant answer. If she hadn't seen the medical record, she would have believed Han Zhan's words. But after seeing the photos, Song Ci could see the little boy with eyes filled with despair and pain as soon as she closed her eyes.

Han Zhan's childhood must have been very difficult. That's why he hated his father and disliked his mother so much.

Han Zhan, living in a hellish state, has self-harmed countless times, perhaps preferring death to life. This is why he hates Jiang Shiyu. If it weren't for Jiang Shiyu, Edward wouldn't have provoked Han Mulan, and Han Zhan wouldn't exist in this world...

Jiang Shiyu is the source of Han Zhan's pain.

At this moment, the knot in Song Ci's heart that had been suppressed for many days was suddenly untied.

She closed the window, returned to her desk, reopened the medical record, and patiently read all the diagnostic records on the case book.

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The sun was warm in the yard. Han Aoyu made himself a pot of tea and placed it on the tea table. He sat on a recliner, covered with a thin blanket, and basked in the sun with his eyes closed.

Song Dynasty porcelain flat shoes made a slight sound as they stepped on the stone path.

Han Aoyu narrowed his eyes and stared at Song Ci who was walking towards him from the end of the garden. Today, Song Ci was wearing a festive and enthusiastic red turtleneck sweater, and her long legs were wrapped in black jeans. She looked young, beautiful and full of vitality.

Han Aoyu looked at Song Ci, and in an instant, time traveled back to thirty-three years ago. That year, Jiang Shiyu, only twenty-three years old, was also wearing a red dress, standing on the deck of the ship. The bullet pierced Jiang Shiyu's abdomen, and the blood dyed the red sweater dark red.

"Grandpa." Song Ci's pleasant young voice brought back Han Ao Yu's memories.

Han Aoyu pointed to a wooden chair beside him and said to Song Ci, "The sun is nice today. Song girl, come and bask in the sun with me."

"good."

Song Ci sat down on the chair and bent down to pour a cup of tea into a clean purple clay cup. She held the tea, sniffed the aroma, and then took a sip.

Putting down the teacup, Song Ci's bright eyes fell on Han Ao Yu, and she suddenly said, "Grandpa, I have read the case book in the study." Song Ci didn't believe that the case book would appear there by chance.

Han Ao Yu opened his eyes completely.

After staring at Song Ci in surprise for a while, Han Aoyu finally let out an enigmatic laugh. "Song girl, you're really smart." Since he'd already guessed it, Han Aoyu simply admitted, "Yes, I was the one who put the medical records in the study."

Song Ci thought to herself: It was indeed made by my grandfather...

"The night you had an argument with Zhan Zhan, Zhan Zhan came back to see me."

Song Ci didn't know about this, so she asked her grandfather, "Could he come to tell you about me?" She had a smile on her face, as if she was joking.

"No." Han Aoyu shook his head and said, "I haven't seen him so confused and helpless in many years. When he came to see me, his hands and feet were cold and his eyes were red. It looked like he had just cried. As far as I can remember, the last time Han Zhan cried was when he just found out that he had lost two fingers."

Song Ci pursed her lips and said nothing, not knowing how to respond.

Han Aoyu continued, "After I knew what Zhan Zhan had done to you, I thought he was very confused, so I scolded him. He just listened obediently and didn't dare to say a word."

Song Ci smiled faintly and did not comment on Han Aoyu's behavior.

"Zhanzhan asked me if there was any way to gain your forgiveness." Han Aoyu looked at Song Ci meaningfully and said, "Actually, I was also taking a gamble. I put the medical record on the bookshelf to gamble on your feelings for Zhanzhan."

"If you really love him, you will definitely feel sorry for him after seeing those medical records. If you don't love him, seeing those things won't affect your mood." Han Aoyu pointed at Song Ci and said, "The fact that you are sitting here shows that you love him in your heart."

In front of Han Ao Yu, Song Ci was like a transparent person, without any secrets.

In terms of wisdom, ten Song Ci are no match for one Han Ao Yu.

Han Ao Yu had seen all kinds of storms in his life. He knew exactly what Song Ci was thinking and why she came to find him.

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