From then on, that beautiful island became a deserted island.
Now, Grandfather actually wanted Mom to live on that island. He mentioned "for a while" without setting a specific time limit.
What had Mom done recently to anger Grandfather?
Ever since Grandfather had her attend the Cultural Bureau's event last time, she had felt that Grandfather was critical of her.
"Dad."
Yang Yufang's face turned deathly pale, her eyes, shimmering with confusion, grievance, and reluctance.
It seemed she also did not understand what she had done wrong to anger the old man.
Ji Zhengdao looked deeply at Yang Yufang, his lips tight and cold, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Nobody dared to speak, including Yang Yufang, who intended to struggle.
"Next month will be Weisong's death anniversary."
Ji Zhengdao finally spoke.
His eyes, following those words, turned weathered, filled with boundless sorrow.
The lines on his face seemed especially distinct.
