When they arrived at the Black Mansion, the eighteen-year-old YuYan looked round and saw a woman, beautiful as a fairy, with a silver hair and scarlet eyes, sitting at the sofa.
The woman turned her head to look at Xiao MingRou with worry on her beautiful face. But her eye's falls at the little girl on his arms before to the little boy he was holding on his hand.
It was no other than Mo MeiLi, Xiao MingRou's most beloved wife, waiting with Xioa YuRin, who looked very sick was silently sitting on her lap.
There was a line of servants standing in the living room; facing Mo MeiLi with their faces covered with ashes. They turned their head right after Xiao MingRou stepped in.
Their eyes looked at YuYan who was still smiling sweetly at her father before they looked at Xiao XiRan whose face looked pale yet cutely pouting his lips.
