At this moment, father and daughter are separated by life and death. Upon seeing these words again, Xiao Yu's heart was pierced with pain.
"Xiao Yu, my daughter, seeing these words is like seeing you..."
Though the letter was addressed to Xiao Yu, she couldn't help but pass each page to Duan Rong as she read.
Pages of densely packed writing, they read under the dim lamplight, their expressions focused. As Xiao Yu read, she sniffed and wiped her tears.
Before long, they finished reading.
After reading, both were silent, their eyes flickering with thoughtful light.
Zhu Xiaoqi had never read the letter, and many secrets contained within were unknown to her as well.
This matter must be traced back to an old incident from more than ten years ago.
This old affair was once well-known, but after many years, it has been sealed in the dust of history, with few remembering it.
But Xiao Zongting could never forget it.
Because his leg was crippled in that battle!
