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October 29, early morning, Gu Garden, master bedroom of the small building.

Gu Jinzhi first felt a warm sensation, as if he was wrapped in a thin layer of warm cotton wool.

Then, his five senses gradually returned.

Through his heavy eyelids, he "saw" the sunlight.

He smelled the familiar smell that belonged to Gu Yuan's bedroom.

The mouth feels a little dry and bitter.

I could hear faint voices in my ears, like sobbing or whispering, very close yet very far away.

He tried hard and slowly opened his eyes, and his blurry vision gradually became clear.

The next moment.

He saw his father and mother sitting beside the bed.

I saw Grandma Jiang sitting on the sofa in the reception area, and...Grandpa?

The young man standing by the window, smoking and gazing into the distance is...my grandfather before he was injured?

But strangely, no one seemed to notice his awakening.

Only Gu Shiheng, with his brows furrowed and bloodshot eyes, reached out and tightly grasped his forearm.

Gu Jinzhi was stunned for a moment.

His heart skipped a beat as he sensed the strange, oppressive atmosphere in the room.

The stagnant thoughts started to move again.

His eyes swept over his silent and unkempt father.

A mother with droopy eyelids and messy long hair.

His grandfather obviously noticed that he had woken up but still looked at him silently from afar.

Grandma Jiang had a blank look in her eyes and looked listless.

And grandpa who was sitting next to Grandma Jiang and kept whispering something.

Oh, and...

Only then did Gu Jinzhi notice that Grandma Jiang was holding a boy about seven or eight years old in her arms.

The boy sat there like a puppet that had lost its soul, neither crying nor laughing, with no light in his eyes.

......

At this moment, Gu Jinzhi's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and the pain was so severe that he almost suffocated.

He spoke tremblingly, his voice so hoarse that he almost lost his voice.

"Where... is she?"

Grandma Jiang's hollow eyes moved.

She seemed to recall something, the trance on her face faded, and she burst into tears.

“Ahhhhh!”

Like a prelude, Liang Qiushi could no longer hold on after hearing the crying.

She buried her face in her hands and sobbed silently.

Gu Shiheng held Gu Jinzhi's hand tightly, raised his head, and silently shed two lines of tears.

Gu Litong stood by the window with his back to everyone, as stiff as a sculpture.

......

Gu Jinzhi sat up suddenly.

It felt like my head was hit hard by a heavy hammer, and my mind went completely blank.

He just sat there, as if he had lost his soul.

Diagonally opposite, in Jiang Xinyue's arms, the boy was startled by the sound of him sitting up and tilted his head slightly.

Two pairs of equally unfocused eyes met each other.