Minglang found Mingzhao's question a bit strange, but didn't think about it too much.
"It's such a pity about my aunt and uncle. On the battlefield, they accidentally discovered Huang Weiguo, who was acting alone, passing on messages. That's why he cruelly killed them..."
Mingzhao suddenly raised her hand to cover her chest, where it was contracting violently, and waves of aching pain burst forth from her heart.
Minglang wanted to reach out and wipe away Mingzhao's tears...
Howard pulled Mingzhao into his arms.
"It's alright now. Good child...it's all over..."
Mingzhao felt that this body was somewhat saddened by the news just now...
Is Xiao Mingzhao still alive?
But once the emotions in her heart dissipated, Mingzhao felt as if some kind of restraint on her soul had been lifted.
Little Mingzhao, she's gone now...
"I'm fine."
Minglang looked worried: "Don't be afraid, little sister, it's all over now. We've avenged Aunt and Uncle!"
Mingzhao acted as if the excruciating pain she had just experienced had never happened.
Picking up the communicator, he casually continued speaking to Howard and Minglang, "This thing has been handed over to Dean Zhang Mingyuan. How it will be used and constructed depends on his arrangements."
Minglang stared blankly at Mingzhao's performance.
For some reason, that sense of separation became clearer and clearer in his mind.
“Zhao…Zhaozhao…”
Mingzhao looked up at him, her clear eyes seemingly filled with doubt and questioning.
Do you remember when you were a child?
Are you still... my Zhaozhao?
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