Looking at his grandfather, Nangong Qing nodded gently, with a trace of tears in his eyes.
"I have seen it, or it can be said that I have never seen it."
At this moment, Nangong Qing'yin no longer had the idea of whether he was his sister's replacement, and what was left was only deep sadness.
"What do you mean? Tell me Qing'Yin, where is your sister?" At this time, Nangong Wudi asked with his two veteran hands trembling and unable to control his emotions.
"Grandpa, we - we will never see my sister again." Nangong Qing'yin, who was crying with a hint of crying, could no longer control his tears after saying these words, and cried in pain.
"What? What do you mean? Qing'yin', tell grandpa, your sister - what happened to your sister?" Nangong Wudi couldn't help but panic when he heard Nangong Qing'yin', and there was a hint in his voice.
He asked with a hint of trembling, holding his granddaughter's hand.
My granddaughter has been missing for more than 20 years, and now that she finally has news, is there something else going to go wrong?
"Grandpa, sister - sister has left us, she - she has passed away." Covering her chest, Nangong Qingqing cried loudly.
Blood is thicker than water. Although he was once jealous because of his sister, at this moment, Nangong Qingyin only felt endless sadness in her heart.
Ye Huang, who was beside Nangong Qingyin, seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds. Sadness permeated his whole body, and his eyes were dim and lifeless.
"You - what did you say! Qing'yin', you - you said it again, what happened to your sister?" Nangong Wudi couldn't believe his ears, and tremblingly asked Nangong Qing'yin' to repeat it again, he hoped
My ears heard it wrong.
"The wind chime passed away a year ago." As soon as Nangong Wudi asked the question, Nangong Qingyin had not yet answered, but Ye Huang on the side said lightly, and there was endless emotion in his voice.
Sad, the temperature of the whole room seemed to have dropped a lot.
"What! How could this happen? What's going on? Tell me!" At this moment, Nangong Wudi could hardly control his emotions. Hearing Ye Huang say this, there was already a hint of roar in his voice.
He hoped for the stars and the moon to find his missing granddaughter in his lifetime, but he never expected such a result.
A white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift, and Nangong Wudi cannot accept it!
"A year ago, in Paris, Feng Chime was killed by a killer who broke into his home." Ye Huang said expressionlessly.
The huge grief at this moment made him almost unable to breathe, and this was all he could say.
"How do you know so well? What is your relationship with my granddaughter!" At this moment, Nangong Wudi's whole body was full of violence.
The death of his granddaughter has driven him to the edge of madness.
"The wind chime is my wife." Looking up at the angry Nangong Wudi, Ye Huang replied with sadness in his eyes.
A year passed, and he still found no clues about the person who killed Feng Chime. At this moment, he fell into deep self-blame.
"Wife? How could my granddaughter be your wife? Tell me clearly what happened. Emperor Ye, if you don't explain it clearly to me, even if you are a descendant of Shura, I will definitely not let you go today.
Better off!"
Nangong Wudi was really angry. His hope turned into huge sorrow in an instant. How could he not be angry?
Especially when the man in front of him who is called Shura can't even protect his wife, he deserves to die!
With endless violence in his eyes, Nangong Wudi stared at Ye Huang, waiting for his answer.
Glancing at Nangong Wudi's blood-red eyes, Ye Huang didn't show the slightest hint of anger on his face. He owed Feng Chime too much, and he had no right to be angry in front of his elders.
Taking a long breath, Ye Huang began to slowly tell the story of himself and Feng Ling, from the first encounter to the end of their relationship because of the enemy's visit. Ye Huang told the whole process to the people in the room in a meticulous manner.
The three of them listened.
Throughout the whole process, Ye Huang's mood remained calm as if there were no fluctuations, but when you looked into his eyes, you could feel how much pain he was enduring.
Memories can make people remember a person deeply and never forget them for a lifetime, but memories can also make a person immersed in endless sadness and pain for a lifetime.
On the other side, Ye Huang calmly recounted every detail of what happened between him and Feng Ling, while on the other side, Nangong Qing'yin burst into tears, almost bursting into tears.
At this moment, she no longer had a trace of jealousy or jealousy, but only sympathy and compassion.
Now she finally understands why Ye Huang has been unable to forget her sister. Who can be willing to forget a woman who was lying in the arms of her lover at the last moment of her life and still comforting her to stay strong and live.
She understood how reluctant her sister was when she left Ye Huang at the last moment.
Nangong Qing'yin seemed to feel the reluctance in her sister's heart, and her whole heart felt like needles pricking her heart, making her almost unable to breathe.
When Nangong Wudi at the table heard Ye Huang's words, he seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant, his mouth twitched and his eyes became much gloomier.
"Bang!"
"No matter who dares to kill my Nangong Wudi's granddaughter, I will make him regret coming into this world for the rest of his life!"
Full of grief, anger and pain, Nangong Wudi smashed the Eight Immortals Table into pieces and roared loudly.
After decades of health care, Nangong Wudi has never been as angry as he is today, but when his granddaughter passed away, it didn't matter if he was tens of thousands times more angry!
"Lao Wang, go! Call that unscrupulous man here. If he doesn't arrive within half an hour, ask him to get out of the Nangong family!"
At this moment, Nangong Wudi seemed to have gone berserk, shouting to Uncle Wang beside him with a voice that reached into the sky.
My lost daughter has not been found for more than twenty years, and my son even keeps telling me that he has searched all over China.
His biological daughter was so careless, Nangong Wudi really didn't know what his son was doing.
Facing his grandfather's rage, Nangong Qing didn't even say a word, but his eyes were also filled with anger.
He doesn't blame his grandfather for not telling him these things earlier, nor does he blame Ye Huang for not protecting his sister. There is only one person he blames.
That is his father, a man who is not worthy of being a father!
If his daughter goes missing, what is more important than finding her? But this so-called father would rather spend his attention on other women than spend more time looking for his long-lost sister.
