Coming back to his senses, Lu Hetian saw that his daughter was looking at him worriedly and immediately became a little embarrassed. Seeing that she had removed her coronet, he hurriedly said, "Why are you taking it off? You look good wearing it."
Lu Liangwei put the coronet back in the box and said playfully, "Of course. I'm my mother's daughter, after all."
Lu Hetian stroked her hair, unable to hide the pride in his low voice, "That's right, you inherited all your mother's beauty. Nobody in this world can compare to both of you."
Lu Liangwei closed the box, thought for a while, and asked, "Dad, is my mother really dead?"
She had a feeling that someone like Madam Ling would not die so young.
She did not believe in the saying that beautiful women were always ill-fated.
