"Why the sudden question?" Jiang Zongjin sat back down.
Qiao Nian lowered her eyelashes and said in a casual voice, "I was just asking. It's fine if you can't tell me."
Jiang Zongjin's heart sank when he thought of his wife, who had passed away many years ago.
He was silent for a moment as he looked at his daughter, who looked exactly like his wife. He had mixed feelings. "Her? She's like the wind… I actually don't know much about your mother. If I had known more about her back then and spent more time with her, perhaps it wouldn't have led to a tragedy."
Qiao Nian raised her head and saw the sad man holding his head. Pursing her lips, she said after some time, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned her."
The corners of Jiang Zongjin's eyes turned red. He shook his head and looked at her again. He was a little worried about Qiao Nian. "Nian Nian, did something happen to you?"
