"Does Miyano Koten have some kind of relationship with that Japanese woman? Then why did he kidnap you, Grandpa?" Li Xiyue didn't understand.
Liao Qingshan said, "I guess it's from the Thirteen Ghost Needles."
"Ah Xun found out that Miyano Hiroten seems to be trying to save someone."
"Those who do many evil deeds will surely perish. I guess they are being harmed by their own evil magic and want me to use the Thirteen Ghost Needles to save them."
Li Xiyue stroked her chin. "If that's the case, then it makes sense."
"They're dreaming! Even if I could use the Thirteen Ghost Needles again, I would never save the Japanese. I would rather die than save them!" Liao Qingshan said indignantly.
Li Xiyue tugged at him, "Grandpa, what are you talking about? It's unlucky."
“I’m old enough to have no taboos anymore. Yueyue, I’m just worried that you’ll get implicated,” Liao Qingshan said with concern.
When his granddaughter was very young, the Chu family had proposed a marriage, but he refused because he didn't want his granddaughter to get involved in those messy affairs.
Unexpectedly, the Chu family was so despicable that they kidnapped his granddaughter while he was away.
Li Xiyue smiled and reassured him, "Grandpa, don't worry, your granddaughter is very capable."
"That's right, you've survived your near-death experience, nothing else will happen," Liao Qingshan said with a smile.
"Xiangxiang is back? My Xiangxiang is back." Suddenly, someone rushed in from outside, quickly came to Li Xiyue, and handed her a plate of food. "Xiangxiang, Daddy made your favorite sweet and sour fish. Eat it while it's hot. Fish will be fishy when it gets cold."
Li Xiyue looked at the man in front of her. He was in his forties, tall and good-looking. He must have been very handsome when he was young. However, his temples were gray, his eyes were glazed, and he looked dazed. It was obvious that he had mental problems.
"Dad!" Chu Yixun chased after him and grabbed him. "She's not Xiangxiang, she's my girlfriend, her name is Li Xiyue."
“It’s Xiangxiang, she’s my Xiangxiang.” Chu Ruilin shook off Chu Xun, squatted down in front of Li Xiyue, and smiled. “Xiangxiang, why aren’t you eating? Are you still blaming your father?”
Chu Xun tried to pull him back, but Li Xiyue stopped him with a look, smiled and took the fish, saying, "I'll eat it. I love sweet and sour fish the most."
"You don't blame your father anymore?" Chu Ruilin's eyes were full of expectation.
Li Xiyue smiled and nodded, "I don't blame you. You didn't do it on purpose, right?"
Years ago, he was deceived by that Japanese woman and lost his daughter. The guilt and self-blame that had plagued this upright man for so many years had bent his back.
The dead are pitiful, but the living are the ones who suffer the most.
"Yes, I didn't mean to. I was just tricked. I just accidentally lost Xiangxiang. My Xiangxiang doesn't blame me anymore..." Chu Ruilin was overjoyed.
Fearing he might overreact, Li Xiyue handed him the fish, saying, "The fish has bones, could you help me remove them?"
"Okay, I'll pick them out. Don't let any fish bones get stuck in my Xiangxiang's throat." Chu Ruilin took the plate and walked to the table next to him, carefully picking out the fish bones.
Seeing his father like this, Chu Xun closed his eyes in anguish.
"Ah Xun." Li Xiyue got up, walked to his side, and took his hand.
Chu Xun grasped her hand and said gratefully, "Thank you, Yueyue."
Li Xiyue shook her head.
“My dad is becoming less and less lucid, but he always remembers that my sister loves sweet and sour fish, so he makes it every day, hoping that one day she will come and eat it.” Chu Xun looked at his father, who was hunched over picking fish bones at the table, and felt a pang of sadness.
Li Xiyue sighed. People just can't make mistakes, otherwise they'll live with guilt and regret for the rest of their lives.
"I'm sick of eating that fish," Liao Qingshan said with a look of disgust.
He'd been living with Chu Ruilin for a year, and he had to watch him go crazy every day and eat the fish Chu Ruilin cooked every day. He was fed up.
Li Xiyue walked over and sat down beside him, asking, "Grandpa, is Uncle Chu's illness incurable?"
With my grandfather's medical skills, curing Chu Ruilin shouldn't be too difficult.
"Why treat him?" Liao Qingshan said, "Isn't this better?"
Li Xiyue was stunned for a moment, then she understood.
Yes, once he comes to his senses, he has to face the pain head-on. Living in this state of confusion is actually a good thing for him.
Chu Ruilin, who was picking fish bones with his head down, had tears welling up in his eyes...
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