C455 Han Guo'er's Identity

During the night, the cool wind blew gently.

Han Guoer stood by the window, her face pale. It was unknown what she was looking at, but her eyes were empty and lifeless, as if they were covered in a layer of mist. There were obvious tears at the corners of her eyes.

"Guoer, there's actually something that I've been hiding from you all this time … You are not my biological granddaughter