Cemetery
Qiao Qianxun poured the sake from her hand onto the ground, speaking to the photograph, "Grandma, I came to see you. I have found my parents."
She slowly recounted the events of these days, hoping that her grandmother, if she had a divine spirit, would be happy for her.
"Grandma, I have another baby in my belly. Now I have three children."
Qiao Qianxun knew that it was because her grandmother loved children, she had adopted her without hesitation.
Li Mingxun embraced her shoulder, "Grandma will hear it. These years, she must have been quietly watching over you."
"Hmm."
After rambling on for a while, Qiao Qianxun bowed several times to the photograph before she went to Situ's mother's grave.
This woman was also pitiful. After a life of hardship, she never had a single good day before her death.
Situ Hao was also pitiful. He always did things without explaining the reasons, allowing others to misunderstand him.
