Lin Yan's recent luck with words was as if she's been blessed, and now, she was scared to death.
The sentence that Lu Chenyuan said, especially about a beautiful woman like her, made Lin Yan more and more terrified. What if the killer was a pervert, and she was targeted too?
She felt as if she had lost her soul, and only by tightly gripping Lu Chenyuan's hand did she find some peace.
At her third uncle's home, as soon as Lin Yan entered, her grandmother called her over, "I've made stir-fried pork, stir-fried pig liver, and deep-fried radish balls, all your favorites."
Lin Yan didn't know what to do.
She hadn't expected that her grandmother would remember so clearly all the dishes she liked to eat.
In her memories, her grandmother was always indifferent towards her; she wasn't necessarily very bad, nor was she too kind.
The dishes were all set up, but Lin Yan's feet felt as if they were weighed down with lead, and she could hardly take a step.
