This actually made Fan Rou see things in a different light.
So, she wasn't completely useless after all.
"Now that you've delivered the invitations, isn't it time for you to get lost?"
She used the word "get lost," showing her hatred was still intense.
"I thought you would at least give me your blessing."
"In your dreams."
She would curse her every day, and she would definitely not die a good death.
"Well, I hope you enjoy your stay here." Fan Rou walked towards Fan Er's room.
After eating, the three of them sat together, leaning on a cane, Fan Er could now move around.
He couldn't go far, but he could walk into the courtyard.
Fan Rou had instructed that as long as he didn't leave the courtyard, he could go anywhere he wanted here.
Fan Er's mother, worried that Fan Rou might harm Fan Er, wanted to follow but was blocked.
Fan Er sat by the window, holding a book in his hands.
Fan Rou leaned over to look, it was the poetry collection she had given him.
