507 Final Words_1

"Actually, my father passed away last month," Lina said, lowering her head with a somber tone.

Hearing Lina's response, Lin Ge was slightly taken aback. No wonder there was always a tinge of sorrow between her brows.

Time is a balm for grief, but the days before pain is diluted by time are the hardest. If one has a trustworthy person to share the burden, it becomes much easier.

Speak up, don't let the pain ferment inside you.

"What was your father like?" Lin Ge gently prompted.

Lina lifted her head, the corners of her eyes shimmering with tears, "He was the silliest man in the world."

Under Lin Ge's gentle and slightly questioning gaze, she let down her psychological defenses and slowly said:

"When I was six years old, my mother died in an alchemy accident, and it was my father who raised my sister and me by himself. He farmed, and during the off-season, he worked odd jobs in the city to earn money for our education."