"Ah Jiu, don't be sad, when your father and brothers brought you to this room, they didn't intend to make you cry or to upset you, it's just, it's just we haven't finished cleaning up the mansion, and this room hasn't had anything added or removed, it looks exactly the same as it did sixteen years ago."
General Fu explained nervously to Murong Jiu, afraid that he might inadvertently cause more harm.
In front of Murong Jiu, the highly respected general in the military was merely a father, cautious and fearful of his daughter feeling slighted.
"I understand, Daddy."
Hearing her softly call him the more affectionate "Daddy," General Fu's heart blossomed with joy.
At the same time, he couldn't help but worry, she was too understanding, yet they hoped she would share her troubles with them, to vent, not keep it bottled up within.
Just now, seeing her cry so hard she could barely catch her breath, their hearts ached no less than Jun Yuyan's.