In the guest hall of Fengtian Mansion, an old man and a child stood quietly, not engaging in conversation.
Feng Ruxue, though young, was dressed in pure white and bore an eight-tenths resemblance to the late Feng Tianshuang.
However, she was somewhat weary at the moment, having traveled persistently back to Minqing Town. Although there had been rest stops, she was frail from birth, depending on regular medication to survive to this day.
"Xuexue?"
Feng Tianyou hurried in, and upon seeing the girl in white, he couldn't help but let tears fall.
This niece of his bore such a striking resemblance to his departed Sister Shuang, yet he had not caught even a last glimpse of her.
In these years, every time he thought of Sister Shuang, he and Lady Shen would sigh endlessly.
Feng Ruxue turned around and greeted him with a stable, childlike voice, "Uncle, are you well? Ruxue greets you."
"Get up quickly, you're not in good health; don't stand, better to sit and talk."
