"Grandpa, what are you saying? Are you going to kill Qingyi?"
Wang Qingyi looked at Wang Heng in disbelief, her innocent eyes filled with confusion and doubt.
Meeting Wang Qingyi's gaze, Wang Heng's heart trembled violently. His lips quivered, unable to utter a single word.
He knew his granddaughter was already dead, that the Wang Qingyi before him was not the treasured granddaughter he had once doted on. But after ten years together, how could he not have developed any feelings for her?
Over the past decade, Wang Heng had long since come to see her as his real granddaughter.
If that weren't the case, he wouldn't have been unwilling to awaken from this illusion for ten years.
"You misheard. Of course your grandfather won't kill you."
Just then, Ning Jiang walked to Wang Qingyi's side. With a hint of pity in his eyes, he said, "This is just a nightmare. It will be over when you wake up."
As his voice fell, he struck the back of Wang Qingyi's neck, knocking her unconscious.
