Dead?
Wu Fei frowned: "But the Xiaohe I met was a five or six-year-old child. He still kept the letters you wrote to him every year..."
After saying that, she pondered for a moment and told him the general contents of the several letters that Xiaohe had forced upon her.
Fang Yanyan was horrified and stared at her in disbelief, her body involuntarily taking a few steps back: "You, you, are you a human or a ghost?"
Wu Fei's cheeks twitched a few times: "I am a human."
But the way she said this made her feel strange and unusual.
"Impossible! He's already dead!"
Fang Yanyan's face turned extremely pale, and her eyes suddenly became frantic: "It must be that person! It must be that person who is causing trouble!"
"Xiaohe died of a serious illness when he was only six months old!" Fang Yanyan's voice became extremely weak. "He suffered from severe eye cancer. Both eyes had already died. He passed away in my arms..."
She suddenly bent down, hugged her arms and burst into tears.
Wu Fei stood there in a daze.
Fang Xiaohe was diagnosed with eye cancer when she was six months old, so who was the little boy she saw?
What went wrong?
Fang Yanyan cried for a long time, then slowly raised her head and looked at her: "How did you meet him?"
Wu Fei hesitated for a moment and briefly recounted the story of how she was sent to the new wing of the mental hospital.
Fang Yanyan's eyes turned into one of horror and anger, and she gritted her teeth and said, "It's him! It's him!"
"who?"
Wu Fei had already heard her mention someone.
"That person!" Fang Yanyan said angrily, "It was that person who trapped Xiaohe's soul in hell forever!"
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