Old Mrs. Xiao seemed to be recalling everything just like her, trying to confirm the causes and effects of everything.
It seemed that one could imagine she would, like an old crocodile, place all the blame solely on Gu Nuan.
However, Old Mrs. Xiao's gaze ultimately had some differences from an old crocodile's.
Gu Nuan thought for a moment. If she had to say what was different, it was probably because Old Mrs. Xiao, like her, was also a woman, also someone who had lost her husband, with no man suddenly in the house, and could only rely on a woman to hold the family together.
Old Mrs. Xiao's eyes were on her face, going from astonishment to doubt, and then to some other complex emotions, making her aged eyes seem increasingly murky and unfathomable.
Gu Nuan gently tried to pull her hand away from the grip on her wrist.
Suddenly she heard a faint cracking sound, as if it was from the old lady chewing.
Gu Nuan turned her head back.
