Chapter 297 Death is not the end, forgetfulness is

Huo Ning smiled, and it was hard to tell whether she was relieved or felt sad for the family.

"Speak slowly and don't cry yet."

The netizens also felt very unhappy.

Ten years have passed, and they still keep their daughter's belongings, which shows how much Zheng Qian's parents love and miss her.

[I cried. The murderer back then was really not a human being! ]

[I can’t imagine how sad her parents must be when they see their loved ones die.]

[Why on earth would that beast want to harm a young girl? ]

Zheng Qian's background is no longer a wilderness full of dead trees, but a pink wall with a pot of orchids on the windowsill.

A middle-aged couple with gray hair appeared behind Zheng Qian.

Those are Zheng Qian's parents.

Mother Zheng still had tears on her face, and she gave Huo Ning a grateful smile, "Master Huo, Qianqian told me last night, can you really figure out who killed Qianqian?"

Mr. Zheng didn't say anything, but his tears were also streaming down his face.

It has been ten years. They have been keeping this dream in mind for ten years.

During these ten years, they dreamed that the police could find the real murderer.

But they waited and waited, until their hair turned white, and their hope became increasingly slim.

But now, Qianqian told them in her dream last night that they could find the real murderer.

Whether it's true or not, they want to give it a try.

Huo Ning nodded slightly, and a sigh escaped from the screen, "Yes, as long as we can find something she touched before she died, we can find the real murderer."

Mother Zheng wiped her tears and said, "Yes, please wait."

She brought out a large box, which contained Zheng Qian's favorite toys, skirts, and scarves, as well as handicrafts she had made on a whim.

"Don't worry about you laughing at me, but back then, my relatives all advised me to throw these things away, but I couldn't bear to do it."

She always felt that as long as these things were still there, she could take them out and look at them from time to time, and she could deceive herself and tell herself that her daughter was still there.

Haven't left them yet.

In her heart, she hoped that her daughter had been reincarnated.

But emotionally, she hopes that her daughter can still see her in her dreams from time to time.

She was afraid that as she got older, she would forget what her daughter looked like.

Death is not the end, forgetfulness is.

[I cried after watching this. The people who love you the most in this world are your parents.]

[I thought that after ten years, Zheng Qian's parents would have already started a new family and gotten over the pain of losing their daughter.]

[I... me too, I even wondered if they had forgotten Zheng Qian, but they were still guarding her.]

[I am a neighbor of Zheng Qian's parents. They have not moved out of the old place since the accident. In fact, they have the money to buy a new house, but they still stay there.]

[They said they were worried that Zheng Qian wouldn't be able to find them when she came back after moving.]

[They were afraid that Zheng Qian would be frightened and at a loss when she saw the cold and empty home.]

[Fuck! These parents love their daughter so much, was that beast a human being?]

What netizens see is just the tip of the iceberg of Zheng Qian's parents' longing for her.

After Zheng Qian left, Zheng's father and mother painted the walls of her room pink.

Back then, Zheng Qian liked pink the most.

Originally they had promised her that when she had her winter vacation, the whole family would paint her room pink.

But--

But later on, the only people who changed the color of the white wall were the gray-haired Zheng's father and mother.

Zheng Qian used to love flowers the most, so they would always put a pot of flowers on her windowsill.

But the flowers bloomed and withered, and the people who truly appreciated the flowers never came.

Zheng Qian looked at the clean and tidy house, her thin dress swaying in the wind, and tears of blood falling.

Her parents still carefully preserve her childhood things.

But she promised to travel around the world with her parents.

We agreed to buy a bigger house for my parents.

In the end, she broke her promise.

Mother Zheng wiped away her tears and opened another closet.

Inside are clothes with fine stitching but not too trendy in style.

Two sets of spring, summer, autumn and winter are arranged in rows.

Father Zheng's eyes were filled with tears. "Qianqian, these are the clothes your mother made for you. I don't know if you can wear them."

"Your mother makes it every year, two sets for every season."

Zheng's mother's hair has turned white and her eyes are not as good as before.

There was a mist in her eyes and she was obviously very sad, but she forced a smile towards her daughter.

"Mom doesn't know what you will look like when you grow up, so I can only do what I want. If it doesn't fit, don't be angry with me..."

In the past, Zheng Qian always pestered her to make clothes for her.

She said the clothes her mother made were prettier than those sold outside.

But at that time, she was always busy and had endless work to do.

She also always felt that there was still plenty of time and there was no rush to make clothes.

But her time is still long, while her daughter's time stops at ten years ago.

Zheng Qian cried until she was hoarse. The girl in the photo had a pair of dark and slightly blurry eyes, wet with blood and tears.

"The clothes my mother makes are the best looking and they never fail to fit me."

But she was not so lucky and could no longer wear the clothes made by her mother.

[Fuck, I cried so hard. I shed as many tears for this couple as I did for the previous couple.]

[It is said that a parent's life is just about saying goodbye to their children, but this is too tragic, so sad! ]

[She made a lot of clothes for her daughter and planted her daughter's favorite flowers in her daughter's room, but her daughter never came back.]

[Why on earth? Why do the old send off the young? ]

[Who on earth is the murderer? Even if he dies a thousand times, it won’t relieve the hatred in my heart! ]

Huo Ning looked at the things in the box that were carefully stored by Zheng's father and mother and let out a long sigh.

What a wonderful family, destroyed by a murderer.

She released the spirit fruit from the space ring.

The little spirit fruit turned back into its original form and rubbed itself against her arms.

Huo Ning patted her head and said, "Let's go out together."

Lingluan nodded her head and hummed and acted coquettishly in her arms.

Huo Ning held the little fox in his arms and took a taxi to Zheng Qian's house.

She made a gesture towards Zheng Qian's relics, and a faint golden light appeared as if gold powder was sprinkled on them. Lingfen jumped and sniffed, its ears moved, and it tilted its head and blinked at Huo Ning.

Water friend: “?”

[What does that mean? I don’t understand. ]

[It is said that when the anchor tells fortunes for people, he can basically tell the past and future with just a few fingers, but why is it so troublesome to tell fortunes for ghosts, even the fans are mobilized. 】

[Because the person who killed Zheng Qian was wearing a mask from beginning to end, even if the anchor could see the whole process, he couldn't see the face under the mask. ]

Zheng Qian's parents were in a state of panic. They were afraid that their hopes would be dashed again, and they even looked at Huo Ning cautiously.

"Master Huo, are these enough? Do you want me to look for more?"

Father Zheng didn't dare to ask whether the result had been figured out, he could only magnify the slim hope infinitely.

Huo Ning waved her hands, "No need, she already knows where the murderer is."

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