Concerned for a life at stake, Feng Tianyou was unwavering, "Dad, maybe this time I will find her. Who is this person?"
Feng Tianyou looked at the person in the painting, undoubtedly a great beauty.
In his youth, Feng Jinghan mostly wielded weapons, rarely ever a brush.
His ability to paint existed solely for Lin Xiaozhu.
Unable to see her and without a single photograph of her, he could only use a brush to capture her image from his memory.
However, no matter how he painted, he couldn't capture her charm.
"This is the owner of the jade pendant, the woman I love the most," Feng Jinghan confessed. For many years, Lin Xiaozhu had been his greatest love.
Hearing his father say this, Feng Tianyou understood why his father insisted on buying the jade pendant, regardless of the cost.
For his mother, his father's feelings were perhaps more out of gratitude.
"I understand, Dad, I'll go out first."
