Fu Shen said in a deep voice, "Jiang Huaidong's downfall was inevitable. Now I want to know what happened to my father in his past life..."
He paused slightly, looking at Su Yue with a hint of uncertainty in his eyes, "Was it in a past life?"
Su Yue nodded slightly, "For me, it's like a past life."
Fu Shen pursed his lips, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice trembling slightly: "I want to know, in my past life, how...how did he die?"
Since Yueyue said that her dad only needs to hold on until next year, it means that he didn't make it through this year.
This also suggests that he didn't kill his father, but rather that his father died because he couldn't think straight.
Su Yue frowned, her eyes showing hesitation and concern: "You really want to know?"
Fu Shen answered without hesitation, "Yes."
Su Yue: "I jumped into the river. I jumped into the river in the middle of the night and that's it. I ran into the river."
They stayed in the river for three days without anyone noticing.
Since she drowned in that river, very few people have come here.
When the villagers found him, his body was swollen from being submerged in the river. He had looked thin, but when they pulled him out of the river, he looked like a big fat man.
Of course, she didn't say any of this.
Seeing that Fu Shen was already in great pain, his eyes instantly reddened, and he bit his lip tightly, as if trying not to cry.
Fu Shen was indeed heartbroken, his heart clenching painfully.
In their past lives, his father and Yueyue both died in the same river.
Just as Fu Shen was about to lose control of his emotions and tears were about to spill from his eyes, he forced himself to stay calm and said in a hoarse and trembling voice, "I'm going out for a bit."
Before Su Yue could agree, he quickly threw off the covers, hurriedly got out of bed, haphazardly put on his shoes, and strode out of the room.
Su Yue looked at the door that had been gently closed and sighed helplessly.
Looking down at the sleeping Ping An, he murmured in a low voice, "Your dad insisted on knowing about your grandfather's past life, and now that he knows, he's feeling terrible."
“Ping An, you see, in this respect, your mother’s ability to withstand pressure is stronger than your father’s.”
About an hour later, Fu Shen returned, his head covered in sweat.
Su Yue frowned. "You went for a run?"
In the dead of winter in the northern part of the city, he was still able to sweat so much.
Fu Shen's voice was hoarse as he replied, "I'll go take a shower first."
With that, he hurriedly grabbed a change of clothes and went out.
Fu Shen took a quick shower and returned in less than ten minutes.
At his pace, he probably washed and hung the clothes out to dry as well.
Fu Shen sat forlornly on the edge of the bed, staring straight at Su Yue.
Su Yue leaned slightly closer to his face, looked at him intently, and asked softly, "Did you cry?"
His eyes were red.
Fu Shen picked up a cloth from the side and mechanically dried his feet, which were still wet from the shower. Then, he rested his head weakly on Su Yue's neck, his voice muffled and full of self-blame: "It's my fault for not being able to protect you."
Su Yue stroked his buzz cut, her tone gentle yet tinged with reproach: "You're getting stuck on this again. Think about it, could you have saved us back then?"
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