Holding a broom.

"This?" Song Da looked at the broom in his hand, "It took a long time and was a bit boring. It seems that your house hasn't been cleaned for a long time, so I couldn't help but move my hands... Don't worry, the clothes

I haven’t touched anything like that!”

"Natasha..." The woman suddenly murmured in a low voice.

"What?" Song Da was stunned for a moment, then fell silent.

The woman's voice trembled: "Natasha... tell me her... her news. I... I am mentally prepared... I have read the news, and I also know about the Vineyard Castle."

Peaceful, right?

No, when Song Da saw the woman's hand holding the quilt with great force and trembling, he knew that she could never be calm at this time.

Song Da took a deep breath, took off his apron and headscarf, then took off his shoes outside the door, and then walked into the room.

"Unfortunately, your sister died in the collapse of the castle." Song Da looked at the woman. She lowered her head and shook her shoulders suddenly.

Fortunately for Song Da, this woman did not look into his eyes. Song Da was not a person who was not used to lying.

He continued: "I'm sorry. When we found her, your sister's body had been damaged beyond recognition by falling rocks. We could only find the ID on her body, which was her only relic."

The woman didn't speak or cry loudly. She just sat with her head lowered, as if she was just an empty shell. Song Da shook his head, gently put the alarm clock back on the bedside table, and then put Natasha's ID with it.

lay down.

Song Da quietly walked out of the room and closed the door.

The moment after closing the door, he heard a scream, followed by howling, which was the sound of collapse and sadness. Song Da frowned, and then walked into the kitchen.

After crying for a long time, the room finally became quiet.

After a while, Song Da came out of the kitchen with a bowl of something. These were some Chinese medicinal materials that he later bought at a medicine store in China Street to treat colds and fevers.

Song Da quietly opened the door to the room and found that Natasha's sister had fallen under the bed and passed out again.

Song Da had no choice but to pick her up, put her back on her clothes, cover the cup, and feed her the bowl of medicine.

The illness should be better when you wake up tomorrow, but the heart disease cannot be cured by medicine... Song Da sighed and began to look at the things in the room.

On the bedside were several photos of this woman and Natasha, from childhood to teenage years, to a recent photo.

Later, Song Da found the original diary on the table... Song Da hesitated for a moment, then opened it and read it... However, he could only listen and speak, and it was more difficult to read and write.

In desperation, Song Da could only take out his mobile phone, use translation software, and read the diary bit by bit.

"...If possible, I really hope to be able to step on the stage again."
Chapter completed!