Luo Lanzhen came back the day before the weekend. She didn't look well, her face was fatigued, her eyes were red—it was clear something had happened.
Nianyang was always haunted by the scene she saw at the hospital that day, she hurriedly asked with concern what had happened. Maybe the pain she was suppressing inside was too heavy, and in the face of her friend's concern, Luo Lanzhen couldn't help but cry.
"Nianyang, my dad is going to die. Our clothing factory has to be sold forcefully too. My mom died early, my dad raised me. If he's gone, what will I do in the future, waaah..."
Upon hearing Luo Lanzhen's words, both Nianyang and Jiang Tian looked grave.
Sure enough, everything was developing just like it had in the previous life.
Is it really impossible to change?
It's all her fault, why didn't she remember it sooner?
If only she recalled earlier, maybe it could have stopped all this.
Jiang Tian hurriedly hugged Luo Lanzhen and wiped her tears,
