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Upon hearing this, Mo Yehan hurriedly asked, "When did that happen?"

"It should be more than a month!"

Hearing this, Mo Ye Han shook his head, "This shouldn't be the reason for her suicide. If she had wanted to commit suicide long ago, or perhaps because she missed her uncle, she would have chosen to commit suicide after saying those words.

Yun Hua shook his head. Actually, although I have lived with my mother for so long, I have always been very unfamiliar with her. And she has never even mentioned her father to me. One month ago, it was the only time! "

This sentence made Mo Ye Han frown slightly between his eyebrows.

Meng Xiaoluo was also surprised. Her heart ached as she stared at Yun Hua, wanting to say something but hesitating. After all, they were two people in love. Even if she didn't say anything, Yun Hua could guess what she wanted to say.

He subconsciously tightened his grip on Meng Xiaoluo's hand and said, "They are very close."

Meng Xiaoluo frowned. "But your mother never mentioned your father."

If they had truly fallen in love, even if one of them had left, the other side should still be talking about it!

Yun Hua sighed and said softly, "My mother and I have been living for so long and have often seen my father's mourning hall light up in the middle of the night. No matter how abnormal her mood is during the day, she would chant in front of my father's mourning hall in the middle of the night. I'm already this old, and I'm not afraid of your jokes. My mother never brought me into my father's mourning hall. Even on the day of Father's sacrifice, I was not allowed to enter. "

This was the first time Meng Xiaoluo had seen such sadness after being together with him for so long. Her Adam's apple was rolling up and down, as if she would choke if she said the next sentence!

"I remember thinking it was strange when I was very young. Why didn't my mother take me to see my father? Once, I took advantage of her nap time to sneak in. But in the end, mother seemed to have a premonition that she will beat me half to death! "

As Yun Hua spoke, his face revealed a self-deprecating smile.

Meng Xiaoluo didn't know that Yun Hua had such a painful experience. She gently asked him: "Yun Hua, do you hate her?"

Yun Hua was stunned. He had not expected Meng Xiaoluo to ask such a question. After calming herself down, he lowered her eyes and nodded. Although he did not say a single word, he could feel the contradictions in his heart!

On one side was his beloved mother, and on the other was his father. He couldn't do everything in his power, so he could only bear with himself the helplessness that ordinary people had.

Meng Xiaoluo lightly patted the back of his hand and comforted, "Yun Hua, don't hate her anymore. She must have his own difficulties."

"Yes." The corner of Yun Hua's mouth slightly curved.

Mo Ye Han opened his lips and asked, "Yun Hua, I think you should know your father's identity by now, right?"

"Yeah, I know." "Yes." Yun Hua nodded. Back then, you were the mighty hall master. "

Meng Xiaoluo's mind suddenly flashed with inspiration, and she said, "Yun Hua, Ye Han, have you ever thought that the reason why his mother chanted the Buddhist scripture all night long, could it be because she was praying for Yun Hua's father's blessings? After all, in the eyes of the world, the Might Hall was not an organization that would do good deeds. "

"Maybe so." Mo Ye Han slightly nodded.

As far as he could remember, there was a 'forbidden area' in his old residence that no one was allowed to enter. When he was young, he had been mischievously trying to sneak in to see what was going on, but he was always scared back by the sudden and loud sounds of the wooden fish.

Hearing Meng Xiaoluo and Mo Ye Han's words, Yun Hua's face revealed a painful expression. He shook his head. "I don't believe it. Even if the world were to say that Father's Hall of Might was the most frightening and evil organization in society, I would still not believe that what Father had done was against the will of the heavens. "

Tears rolled down Meng Xiaoluo's face. She nodded and said gently, "Yes, Yun Hua. We trust you. We trust your father."

Mo Ye Han let out a silent sigh, patted Yun Hua's shoulder and said: "Yun Hua, you misunderstood me. I never felt that my uncle's Mighty Martial School was doing something evil, but after that fire, someone intentionally slandered him and Mighty, and with the news that my aunt was also hurt by the Mighty Martial Hall's fire, it was even less likely that people would find out the truth of the matter. But today, dozens of years have passed since this incident. Almost no one knows about the history of the Mighty Martial Hall anymore, and people only know about the Mighty Martial Hall based on the paths of cultivation.

Mo Ye Han's words made Yun Hua's mood feel much better. He looked gratefully at Mo Ye Han, "Thank you!"

The corner of Mo Eversnow's mouth widened slightly, but the worry between his brows deepened.

He didn't tell them about Long Qian's dream. It didn't seem to be an accident. Chen Yaru's suicide seemed to be intentional. But why would she do that? Why is the Vital Dragon shallowly living in the memory that thinks she killed him?

What did she want?

Qian Qian didn't have any relationship with the Mo family before she married into the old house. Even after all these years of marriage, he had never met her face to face. What kind of hatred and grudges did he have to be so cruel to her?

Could it be that Chen Yaru was taking revenge on him?

Revenge for being able to keep her trapped in the 'restricted' area for so long? However, Mo Eversnow couldn't understand that the reason his grandfather did this was to help them, mother and son, and to protect them. Why did she need to repay kindness with enmity? When her grandfather was still alive, would she be thankful for her grandfather's righteous deed back then? Could it be that after his death, she was able to trigger the seeds of hatred?

Mo Eversnow still couldn't figure out what was going on. It seemed like he needed to carefully investigate this matter. Only, it was rather troublesome. After all, almost everyone involved in this matter had passed away.

Perhaps … Are there any traces of his grandfather that can be found? This thought suddenly popped out in Mo Yehan's mind.

"Ye Han …" This was the third time Long shallowly opened his eyes and saw Mo Yanxue standing in the room. It was only after she called out the third time that he was dragged back from his deep thoughts.

Mo Yeyue turned her head and came to her side. She sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed her soft little hand, wrapping it tightly in her palm. "Darling, you're awake."

"Yes." Long Qian's hand reached out to wipe the sweat on his forehead.

When the man saw her, he hurriedly took out a handkerchief and wiped her body gently. He asked in concern, "Did you dream again?"

Long Qian smiled lightly and shook his head, "No!"