Chapter 1347 The Returnee's Notes 421
"Can."
Jing Shui readily agreed, but when she took the little devil to the old couple's rented apartment, she happened to see a man wearing an ill-fitting suit being kicked out. He had a deep, finger-length scar on his cheek, which showed how badly he had been injured.
The man left dejectedly, carrying a bag of sponge cakes.
The little boy tilted his head, seemingly trying to remember who the man was. After a long while, he said, "Chicken cake...it's the chicken cake that Lili and I both like to eat...that's Lili's dad."
Then it seemed to remember more, and subconsciously took a few steps in the direction the man had left, muttering, "Where's Lili?"
Jing Shui can read faces. This man has no affinity with children and his marriage is bumpy, but there are many people like this, so it's not surprising.
"Knock knock—"
The knocking brought the two people inside, who were sullen and angry, back to their senses. The old woman wiped the photo frame in her hand and pointed to the stack of cash on the table, saying, "Give it back. It makes me feel suffocated."
She didn't want to forgive that family.
The old man who opened the door was surprised to find that the person who came in was Jing Shui, who had just bought their wontons.
As soon as Jing Shui entered, she saw the black and white portrait. The person in the photo looked a lot like Xiao Gui, but he had a buzz cut, just like a boy.
Jing Shui had no intention of hiding anything from Xiao Gui from the beginning, so she made her intentions clear as soon as she sat down. She wanted to finish quickly, as she needed to rest before heading to the research institute the next day.
Upon learning that their granddaughter was right beside them, the two elderly people burst into tears, crying out, "Xinqiao, my dear Xinqiao, where are you?"
The little devil revealed its form, but dared not approach; it seemed rather unattractive.
But the old woman didn't care about that. She rushed over and tried to hug the little ghost. No matter what the child she raised looked like, she wouldn't be afraid.
I only feel heartache.
Her little Xinqiao was thrown into the trash can, but her husband, who sweeps the streets, picked her up. He thought that although life was hard, it would be a blessing if she could grow up safely.
But who would have thought that fate would still take this child's life.
"Grandma, where's Lili?"
The little ghost was just a phantom, so it couldn't be touched, which made the two old people even more heartbroken.
Upon hearing this, the old woman fell silent, and after a long while, she sighed, "I'm going."
Xinqiao saved Lili's life, but in the end Lili did not survive.
Because that family had already broken down, it was just being forcibly sewn together with thread.
The old woman looked at the innocent and naive child with his big, bright eyes, her voice choked with emotion for a moment, then glanced at the calm-faced Jing Shui, and had her own guesses in her heart.
Having lived for so long, though she wasn't particularly skilled, she knew that ghosts lingering in the world must have unresolved grievances.
Although she was happy to see her granddaughter again, she thought it would be better for the child to pass away soon and be reborn into a better family.
Her daughter, Xinqiao, has done a good deed; she will surely be rich, noble, peaceful, and prosperous in her next life.
The old woman changed the subject, "...Xinqiao, those people have all been expelled from school and sent to juvenile detention centers. They won't be able to get out for several years."
The old man looked at the little devil with pleading eyes, hoping that what he said would make it happier, even though they both felt it wasn't enough.
The kind-hearted lawyer said this was a good outcome because the perpetrators were all minors. If it weren't for recent reforms, they probably would have been released after only a few days of education.
This result was achieved thanks to the efforts of many parties.
The little imp tilted its head, looking completely bewildered by the matter. Jing Shui glanced at it and knew that this was not the little imp's obsession.
People who die unjustly usually hate the person who killed them, but the little ghost doesn't; perhaps it has a deeper obsession.
The little devil asked again, "Grandma, where's Lili?"
The word "death" is too simple; it wants to know more. Didn't Lily run away?
It called the police at that time, and police officers came to rescue it. There was also an aunt in the tree hole who said she would protect them.
At the very end, she saw a policewoman hug her and Lili.
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