When Zhou Qiongge was fifteen years old, Zhou Huaiyuan brought a boy in.
"This is Ating, he will stay at our house from now on."
He leaned on the railing on the second floor and looked down: "Are you the one who picked it up?"
The boy raised his head, his bangs covering his eyebrows, and there was nothing in his eyes.
That's He Ting. Twelve years old, as thin as a bamboo pole, and his school uniform turned white after washing.
Zhou Qiongge didn't know at the time that that look in his eyes wasn't fear - he was counting the days.
Ten years later.
Zhou Qiongge woke up in the attic and found that he was speechless.
He Ting walked in with a cup of warm water, put the cup on the bedside table, and said in a very soft voice:
"Brother, is the dumb medicine... Delicious?"
There is a red rose on the windowsill.
The sweet-scented osmanthus fell all over the ground.
That's the Zhou family.
It's the Zhou family of Zhou Qiong Pavilion.
——Not anymore.
The idea: cause and effect reincarnate, sow what you sow, and you will get what you want. The evil you have sown will eventually come back to you one day.