Zhao Xuerong cried, and Qian Sihui also cried with her.
Only Zhao Xuyang didn't cry; he got up and went to the kitchen to cook.
"Hmph," Zhao Xuerong was very dissatisfied with her father's unyielding heart.
After crying for a while, it was Zhao Xuerong who stopped first and started to comfort Qian Sihui.
Qian Sihui's emotions calmed down, and then she pulled Zhao Xuerong to her room.
This was Zhao Xuerong's room, and even though she had passed away, it had always been kept the same.
"Your clothes and things are still here, your dad wanted me to burn them all, but I didn't agree..."
Qian Sihui opened the wardrobe, and looking at the array of clothes inside, she became sad again.
"Hmph, my dad's heart is like a chunk of ice, both cold and hard," said Zhao Xuerong.
"Don't talk about your dad like that, you... your dad is actually very upset, it's just that he doesn't cry like we do."
"I couldn't tell."
