"But Patriarch Ning, it seems like your daughter never wore any of these clothes!" Xia Ningxing couldn't help blurting out.
Logically, these were other people's private affairs, and she shouldn't have interjected, but somehow her mouth had acted beyond her control, instinctively asking the question.
After she asked, Xia Ningxing felt somewhat annoyed, thinking perhaps she'd been too inquisitive.
Mrs. Xia Ning, however, showed no displeasure. After lowering her eyelashes, she let out a sigh, her voice carrying a world-weariness as she said, "She is not in this world anymore."
Dead?
Xia Ningxing's mind didn't wander elsewhere; she simply assumed it meant passing away.
She couldn't help but be stunned, clearly not expecting such an outcome, then hurriedly voiced her apologies, "I am truly sorry, Patriarch Ning. I didn't know that your beloved daughter had already... I am really sorry."
