"Youyou, I still need to thank you for your grandmother's matter,"
"Huh? That's what I should have done, Grandfather," Gu Youyou replied in surprise.
Gu Feng shook his head and said, "Actually, when you were little, your grandmother was quite fond of you. It's just that some things happened afterward... anyway, don't blame her."
When people are gone, so is their warmth; when a person dies, the light goes out—there's nothing to blame.
Gu Youyou said, "I don't."
She truly didn't. Having not spent much time with her grandmother, and not being the real Gu Youyou, she didn't care about those indifferent to her. Not caring meant not being too upset, and there was no room for blame.
"Your parents' death was strange. Although it rained heavily that day, the water wasn't deep, and your father could swim."
Gu Feng's sudden remark startled Gu Youyou.