"What?" Fan’s mother shouted.
Those two had their tendons cut, they couldn’t move at all. They needed soone to feed them, let alone anything else.
Yet she actually wanted them to be caretakers for those two.
Was this a death sentence for them?
"Just send them over now. Oh, make sure to clean up Second Brother before you go, and you supervise it."
The prison guard nodded.
After giving the instructions, Fan Rou walked towards the outer door.
It slled terrible here, and she already had great patience to stay for so long.
Fan’s mother didn’t want to cooperate, but if she didn’t, she would be beaten.
So, in front of everyone, she took off Fan Er’s pants.
Although the guard was male, being watched by so many people, Fan Er still felt humiliated.
When had he ever been treated like this?
But without crutches, and his foot not healed, he had no choice but to lie in bed and passively accept it.
With supervision present, Fan’s mother was ticulous, cleaning Fan Er’s body before changing his pants and clothes.
Then the guard carried him out.
Fan’s father and mother were also escorted outside.
They naturally sat in a police car, while Fan Rou and Ye Ranran sat together.
"Aren’t you going back?" Fan Rou looked at Ye Ranran.
"No, since I’m here, I might as well go see them." The smile on Ye Ranran’s face gradually faded.
Every ti she talked about those people, her mood wasn’t good, and Fan Rou understood her.
Just like when she talked about those people, her mood wasn’t good either.
"Why are you going to see them?"
What was there about those two worth seeing?
"Originally, I thought I’d let them out when they cald down. If not, I’d find another place and so people to care for them, let them live a peaceful old age. That way, when I see Ah Ze in the future, I can explain it to him, right?"
"Only, so debts remain debts. It’s not sothing you can pay back just because you want to."
Others might not give her this chance.
And others don’t think the sa way as she does.
"These things can’t be forced, and while you may be broad-minded and forgiving, others might not forgive you."
Many people, many tis, can’t let go. Once they hate, they always hate, and never forgive.
They never even know what forgiveness ans.
They only know life-and-death struggles.
"People like them had power over life and death before, and they rcilessly eliminated those they disliked. Yet you took everything from them. To them, you’re worse than their father’s killer, so how could they forgive you?"
"Yes, worse than their father’s killer," Ye Ranran echoed softly.
"So, don’t overthink it. Whether they forgive you or not, it doesn’t matter to you."
Ye Ranran nodded, "Yes, I know, I’m just going to see them. It won’t be a problem, don’t worry."
Seeing Ye Ranran insist on going, Fan Rou didn’t persuade her anymore.
The old couple of the Song Family were kept in an independent courtyard on the outskirts.
The place backed onto green hills, with a lake in front. It was a two-story wooden structure with a serene environnt, but it was fenced all around.
Outsiders couldn’t see a thing.
Entering was only possible through one road, and the whole area was roped off by Jun Mochan. No idlers were allowed, not even near the periter.
In fact, it’s a very secluded place where even cars rarely passed by, let alone people.
Jun Mochan was worried small-ti troublemakers with nothing to do might sneak in, which would be a problem.
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