Seeing such a sensitive and fragile daughter, Xie Xuning couldn't help thinking that his daughter's innocence, happiness, pureness, and sunshine, made her look like a flower facing the sun!
Behind that flower, however, lied sorrow and pain unbeknownst to most people. It was something that he, as her father, couldn't relieve for her.
"Silly girl, you think too much. You believe in Dad. Li Qingcang is not the kind of person you think he is. You have to have faith in Qingcang and yourself."
Watching her daughter like that, Xie Xining said with a slight request, "Let's go home. Don't let your mother and your grandma get worried about you."
Ye Tianxin took a deep breath. Then the father and daughter slowly walked down the cemetery and came back to Lang Garden.
Neither Grandma nor Ye Linlang hadn't rested yet in Lang Garden.
The old lady Jing was also here. Jin Zhichen was playing mahjong with Grandma and Ye Linlang.
