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The cold table was set up. The hot dishes Qiu Hong followed after him were arranged on the table. The rest of the time, she didn't bother to ask about Qiu Hong's daughter anymore and focused on her meal.

That speed of eating made Qiu Hong tremble in fear. She did not understand why Xiao Yan ate so fiercely. She looked at Xuan Peng.

Xuan Peng shook his head. He also didn't understand the reason. Perhaps only Xiao Meng Han knew of this, but Xuan Peng couldn't find Xiao Meng Han right now.

Qiu Hong and Xuan Peng were drinking tea by the side. They did not have a good appetite like Jing Xiaoxiao. Qiu Hong was worried, ”She eats so much meat, can't she digest it well?”

”Nope.” Xuan Peng told Qiu Hong with certainty. He had been worried about this before, but it was clear that Jing Xiaoxiao's body had a strong digestive system. There was no such thing as indigestion.

However, Xuan Peng was very worried about one problem, which was her heart. He accidentally discovered one night that her heart was beating at a very strange frequency.

Qiu Hong had been feeling guilty. Looking at the tight-lipped, meat-eating Jing Xiaoxiao, she felt a sharp claw grabbing her heart. The sharp nails pierced into her heart.

Not a single drop of blood flowed out. It was only pain, a pain that could not be cried out, nor cried out. It was a pain that could not be vented out.

Qiu Hong's face was pale. She didn't want Xuan Peng to see that she was acting strangely. Besides drinking tea, she also drank wine. Fortunately, there was no lack of alcohol here.

She poured herself a cup of bright red XO, for those of her Qiuhong who lingered at the table all year round. Ordinary red wine simply made it impossible for her to immediately feel intoxicated, so she needed to quickly numb her nerves.

”Aunt Hong, there is actually a saying that I was unable to say out loud. I wonder if I will offend you?” Xuan Peng had a speculation. It was this speculation that allowed him to maintain a friendly and cooperative relationship with Qiu Hong.

Now that he saw Mo Xiaoxiao, Xuan Peng knew how important kinship and love were to her.

Qiu Hong's hand tightened around the wine cup as she raised her head and looked at Xuan Peng, her gaze losing focus.

As Xuan Peng slowly rubbed the edge of the cup with his red nail polish, she could see what she had been running away from.

Qiuhong's eyebrows furrowed as she looked at the liquid in the cup. These things had been moistening her body for many years.

Just like Yang Meng had said, the blood flowing in her veins was not bright red blood, but dark red wine. Therefore, she was becoming more and more charming, causing him to be even more distracted.

Glistening light flowed in Qiu Hong's eyes. Through the hazy air in front of her, Qiu Hong seemed to have seen what had happened that year.

That valiant and valiant man carried a domineering aura as he brought her away from that poor and simple place. His tall figure completely devoured her petite figure. At that time, her heart palpitated as she followed him in admiration.

Closing her eyes, a drop of liquid flowed out from the corner of Qiu Hong's eyes.

Many years later, when she recalled the scene back then, she could still clearly recall the feelings of excitement she felt back then. It was just that there were too many things mixed in with the feelings now.

Xuan Peng did not disturb Qiu Hong's recollection. He only spoke when her gaze fell on Mo Xiaoxiao, ”Aunt Hong, if you don't mind, take it that I didn't say anything earlier.”

”No, I don't mind.” Qiu Hong withdrew the mist in her eyes and turned to look at Xuan Peng. Her teeth bit into her rosy lips.