These four lines.

Through the screen, you can feel a kind of oppression and domineering hidden in your bones.

Looking at the time of the computer reverse: the nineth. Quan Jin was silent for a few seconds, and found that tomorrow was the Hongmen Banquet!

"Whoa!"

Stretching out his white hand, Quan Jin opened the drawer and prepared to take the mirror.

But suddenly!

In the drawer, the photo from seven years ago slammed into Kwon's eyes.

It wasn't until this time that Quan Jin noticed that the girl in this photo was the princess of the Quan family seven years ago......

Her—

Her eyes were full of vigilance and panic.......

"Alert?" Kwon picked up the photo.

As if thinking of something, Quan put down the photo.

Kicking away the chair with his back foot, he walked over to the backpack he had brought from the academy dormitory, and pulled out the notepad of the princess of the Quan family.

"Whoa....."

"Whoa....."

Clean and white fingers, flipping through the yellowed notepad.

Quan Jin glanced at the girl in the photo again, the corner where the girl was looking......

"The hall of the right family, thirty degrees to the right of the second floor? It is ......" is the room where the father and mother used to live.

So?

Is the princess of the Quan family afraid of her parents?

From the first sight of the right father and mother.

Quan Jin did not have their eyes to find love, only guilt, and these guiltes have been replaced by murderous intent.

"Whoa." Quan turned the notepad to the last page.

No;

There is no doubt about it;

Just as Kwon was about to close the notepad.

The light in the room shone brightly, reflecting the blank book cover, on which suddenly lines of words loomed......

It is written word by word:

'A month away from his 10th birthday: why is my dad suddenly alienated from me......

Today I went to hug him, and he subconsciously pushed me away. ’

'Seven days before my birthday. ’

'Dad and Mom are so strange today, looking at my eyes, why are they full of guilt and unbearable? ’

'One day until my birthday! ’

I overheard them...... They said, 'I'm not their daughter, I'm not ......'

‘……’

Quan Jin held the yellowed notepad in his hand, his eyes on the last sentence, and paused for a few seconds.

It was a twisted line.

It can be seen that the person who writes has suffered severe mental sores, as if he has been threatened with fear and helplessness.

The line is ......

'An Yunnuan, she is reborn! ’