“Grandma Chu, is Ye Fan really gone?” Tang Yun raised her head suddenly and asked in a low voice.
The old lady Chu’s mood immediately dropped.
“Why”
“Have you heard that too?”
The old lady Chu sighed, turned around and looked out at the world.
“It can only be said that the hope is very slim.”
“Unless there is a miracle, otherwise, Xiaofan is afraid that it is true.”
The old lady Chu was in a heavy heart.
She regrets it now.
Back then, if she hadn’t persuaded Ye Fan to stop the Longmen plan.
That guy, how could he incur a murderous disaster.
“I made a mistake.”
“I originally thought that no matter how violent Xiaofan is, at most, he will only disturb the powerhouse in Yanxia’s territory.”
“But I didn’t expect that the other party’s killing intent towards Xiao Fan would be so serious.”
“As soon as the shot is made, the four giants will all go into battle.”
“It even cooperates with secular forces to attack.”
“Xiaofan’s ending today is half of my responsibility.”
The old lady Chu was full of self-blame.
Ye Fan was originally going to retire to the world of martial arts. If he hadn’t said too much, Ye Fan should have lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests now, living a quiet, peaceful and happy life.
but now
“Whoever abandons me, don’t let the day of yesterday stay. Whoever messes with my mind will worry about today.”
“The past, let him pass.”
“For the rest of the day, you two, have a good time.”
After a short period of sadness, the old lady Chu comforted her.
Tang Yun hummed in a low voice.
However, who can know the regret and guilt in my heart?
In the end, Ye Fan probably didn’t know that Chu Lin was his own flesh and blood.
Mrs. Chu has already gone to cook.
After Tang Yun got acquainted with Chu Lin, she watched the child play in the yard.
Seeing this little boy come alive and full of aura, Tang Yun’s pretty face suddenly showed a satisfied smile.
This is, family fun.
It’s a pity that in a family of three, one person is missing after all.
“Ye Fan, are you really dead?”
Tang Yun turned around, looked at the distant horizon, and murmured in a low voice.
How could there be no regrets?