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Chapter 464 The Coward

"I've always been so filial. Are you going to take revenge or not?"

Senior brother really, jibbling, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
"We'll talk about revenge later. This is a letter written by Master before he died."

Hua Linyan took out a sealed bamboo tube from his sleeve and handed it to Hua Ya.

"What? My dad wrote a letter? Why didn't you take it out earlier!" Hua Ya grabbed it and peeled off the wax on the bamboo tube.

"I also found it in an inconspicuous empty sword box when I was sorting out the swords left by Master some time ago. Probably because of the rush of time, Master didn't have time to tell anyone. There is a yellowed note in the sword box indicating this The secret letter is to be given to my wife, but now my wife is no longer here, so I can only give it to you."

Hua Linyan also hesitated many times what to do with this bamboo tube. It is obviously an impossible task to hand it over to his wife, and he can't open Master's letter without permission to peek at it. little girl.

Hua Ya couldn't wait to take out the letter and read it line by line.

The handwriting is a bit scribbled, and the content is not very much. Two-thirds of it is the feeling of reluctance to mother, written in a nasty way, and the remaining one-third warns mother not to be obsessed with his death, let alone indoctrinate her daughter. What kind of sense of revenge? He hopes that they can live happily and not be blinded by the so-called hatred and lose their own happiness...

"It seems that father is still very worried about me and mother, but mother has left with him, I believe there is nothing to worry about."

Hua Ya threw the letter paper on the table, Hua Linyan picked it up, and after reading it, he said in a low voice: "I think what Master said makes sense."

"Cut, coward!"

Hua Ya looked at Hua Linyan with contempt, stood up, and walked to the window.

The light window screen was lifted by the wind, flowing like a dandelion in spring, and the breeze also moved Huaya's long black hair, and the butterfly hairpin on her bun trembled slightly in the wind.

After a long time, Hua Ya said softly: "I promised someone, I can't go back on it."

(End of this chapter)