Lou Wenmao had never heard su Xianghui mention her father. In the past, it was not convenient for him to ask. But now, he had to ask. Lou Wenmao wanted to be polite to su Xianghui and give her all the glory she deserved.
"Mother said that father is already dead," su Xianghui said.
Speaking of her father, su Xianghui was sad. She did not belong to this era. She had transmigrated.
She was only sad for her mother.
She also felt bad for her mother, so she wanted to treat her mother even better.
Lou Wenmao was worried that su Xianghui would feel bad and hugged her to comfort her.
Su Xianghui leaned into Lou Wenmao's arms and felt at ease.
She could also hear Lou Wenmao's heart beating. Every beat was so strong.
Su Xianghui felt that after confessing her feelings to Lou Wenmao last night, the two of them had become more natural in hugging and kissing. She was no longer so unreasonable.
