Bai Yue couldn’t like Cai’er any more. Especially now that Cai’er’s memories were back she was no longer the cold Saint Daughter of Samsara of that time, and behaved charmingly in front of the eyes of Haochen’s parents. In front of Long Xingyu and Bai Yue’s tearful faces, her own face was brimming with a smile of happiness.
Looking at the son, future daughter-in-law, and wife in front of his eyes, Long Xingyu suddenly turned his head, wiping once again the tears on his face. He seemed unaware his fists were clenched, with his right fist thumping his own chest with force. As tears of regret filled his eyes, he turned to face his back to Long Haochen—and the eyes of all three.
A large hand came onto his shoulder, “Father, what’s up? Isn’t our family now gathered? Let past remain as past. See, you have so much white hair already. You have to be sure to take better care of yourself, or else you won’t match Mother.”
