Ling Chuxi was even more curious about the origin of this strange stone.
Ling Fenghua caressed the rune pattern on the stone and a warm look appeared on his face. After a long silence, he said,""This is a Dao origin stone. It's a gift your father left for you."
"Father!" It was as if Ling Chuxi had been struck by lightning. She stood rooted to the ground.
Actually, Ling Chuxi had long wanted to ask about her father, but she did not know how to ask.
The incident that year had caused great harm to both the Ling family and Ling Fenghua. Although Dongfang Yunhui had counseled her and her mother's love for her had not changed, Ling Chuxi still felt a little suffocated in her heart.
