So she had heard about the matter with the Grand Elder’s wife. But she didn’t know which of her words had offended him. The boy suddenly glared at her angrily, with fists clenched, ready to charge at her with reckless abandon! Wushuang was startled and took two steps back. "What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?" she asked politely. "Get lost, I hate you all, I hate every one of you!" the boy shouted angrily, his age was evidently so young, yet his eyes were so cold. Wushuang was frightened by him again. Suddenly, a man’s deep and indifferent voice called from not far away: "Ache, come out!" The short four words were filled with a sense of danger. The boy’s body trembled slightly. He glanced at Wushuang, messily wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve, then got up and walked towards the direction of the voice. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novel~fire~net Wushuang naturally recognized whose voice it was. It was the voice of the Grand Elder; she met him every day and was very familiar with his voice. This boy seemed to be very afraid of the Grand Elder. To be honest, she was quite afraid of him too. He always wore a solemn face, spoke coldly, and was not likable at all. Wushuang didn’t go out, she hid in the bushes, and through the gaps, she saw the boy walking up to the Grand Elder. The Grand Elder stood with hands behind his back, looking at him with a gloomy expression. "Who allowed you to run here?!" he asked coldly. The boy lowered his head, stubbornly not answering. "Go back and kneel for one night, as punishment you won’t be allowed to eat for a day!" The boy still didn’t speak, the Grand Elder turned and walked away, and he slowly followed behind him, leaving with him. He looked just like a pitiful, abandoned puppy. For the first time, a faint sadness appeared in Wushuang’s innocent eyes. To be punished to kneel all night, and not allowed to eat for a day. He must feel very wronged, very sad. The Grand Elder really is a despicable person. Hmph, she decided she will never like him! Upon returning, Wushuang pulled on Aunt Fatty to inquire about the boy’s identity. He had silver hair, easily recognizable. Aunt Fatty suddenly realized, "You’re talking about the Grand Elder’s son, Ouyang Che, aren’t you? That boy is very strange. He has stayed locked up at home for years, never goes out to play with other kids. He doesn’t talk or greet anyone he sees. What, did you run into him today?" "Yes." Wushuang nodded. Aunt Fatty picked her up, smiled kindly, and said, "Next time you see him, just smile at him and talk to him more. That child is quite pitiful." The kind Aunt Fatty nurtured the kind Wushuang. And allowed the two children to have more interactions from then on. Later, Wushuang also learned that Ouyang Che’s mother did not die by suicide, but there were hidden truths. He believed it was all his fault, if it weren’t for him, his mother wouldn’t have died. So he felt guilty, and he would go to visit her every year, fully venting his sorrow. Wushuang was deep in her thoughts when suddenly she heard someone knocking on the door. She got up, walked over to open the door, and saw Ouyang Che standing at the door. "You looking for me for something?" she asked him puzzledly. The man’s dark eyes gazed at her, his thin lips slightly pursed. Wushuang noticed he seemed troubled, opened the door wider and said to him, "Come in if you want to talk." Ouyang Che walked in, closed the door behind him, stood still, and still didn’t speak. "What’s the matter?" Wushuang asked more puzzled.