Rebirth Of The Apocalypse Queen

Qin Yi quickly found an exit, only to see a figure walking out from the sea of flowers. She had white hair and gentle features; the pair of eyes were faintly muddy but filled with an unconcealable love.

She was an affable old lady. The gentleness in her eyes was capable of putting people's guard down and not be hostile with her any longer.

The old lady locked eyes with Qin Yi and revealed a gentle smile. "Yiyi, you grew up so well. Come, let me take a look at you."

Qin Yi's eyes were bloodshot. "Who are you?"

Yun Huan sensed something amiss and grabbed onto Qin Yi's small hands. He suddenly discovered that her temperature was extremely low, and her palm was perspiring in cold sweat.

The old lady was confused but maintained an affable look. "Yiyi, I am your grandmother. How can you not remember me? It's possible, I guess. I left when you were so young. Not remembering me is normal."

Yun Huan's peach blossom eyes suddenly turned cold. He finally knew the reason for the little guy's strange behavior. The person before them was someone capable of destroying her.

Yun Huan knew Qin Yi's past and naturally knew of her grandmother's act. For Wang Santing, Qin Yi only had hatred for her, but this grandmother was the brightest light in the little guy's life.

Even so, his little guy was hurt badly by this light and her last bit of belief was destroyed.

Yun Huan's heart suddenly tensed up as worry appeared in his peach blossom eyes. He was still calm against Wang Santing, but he held her hands tightly against this grandmother.

For a destroyed belief to suddenly appear again was a provocation to Qin Yi.

Yun Huan's eyes suddenly flashed with viciousness and ferocity. This was definitely someone pulling the strings. The person wanted Qin Yi completely destroyed. First Wang Santing, now her grandmother.

"You're not her." Qin Yi pursed her lips. If one looked carefully, they would notice that her lips were slightly pale.

Seeing her grandmother once again made her heart feel immense pain. The grandmother in her memory was that kind and affable.

At that time, Wang Santing did not see her at all and due to Wang Santing's bad reputation, she was left alone by the people around. Only this person, only her grandmother gave her warmth.

She told her to be kind even if the world treated her unfairly or to put her anger on them.

But it was this person that ruined her belief. It was also because of her that she was separated from her birth parents since young and never met them at all. Her real family hated her for 20 years and she hated them as well.

"You foolish child, if I'm not your grandmother, then who am I?" Grandmother berated Qin Yi, but her eyes remained moist and gentle without a thread of anger.

"You're not her." Qin Yi was stubborn. That's right, the person before her was not her. Xu Xinxiang had died long ago; her grandmother was already dead.

The old lady walked out with a gentle look on her face. She sighed silently; her creased hands filled with calluses. She wanted to touch Qin Yi's face.

Qin Yi retreated backward with a complicated look in her eyes.

Xu Xinxiang was startled and pointed at a red birthmark on her right hand that resembled a butterfly. "This, Yiyi, do you remember this? You were playful when you were young and toppled a flask filled with hot water. Granny held you safely but had this butterfly in the end. You love to hold granny's hand and kiss this butterfly. Do you remember?"