At the back, Zhuang Zongren smiled and just watched the young ones fool around, but when he saw Ning Xi walk out of the changing room, his eyes welled up and he mumbled to himself, "Ci...Ci…"
Zhuang Liaoyuan glanced at his father when he noticed his odd behaviour.
Ci?
Was that not his mother's nickname?
"That child...that child...she looks just like Ci when she was young…" Zhuang Zongren said in a trembling voice, his eyes full of the memories and love towards his late wife.
When Zhuang Zongren first met Ning Xi, she had just finished attending a business matter, so she dressed smartly and formally. He had not noticed her as much the other time.
But today, Ning Xi wore a pink princessy dress, reminding Zhuang Zongren of the first time he saw his wife…
He did not expect his other granddaughter to look exactly like Ci because neither Lingyu and Keer did not.
