Yang Mengchen lowered her eyes slightly, concealing the pain and remorse at the bottom of her heart.
In her previous life, by the time she finally had the capacity to fulfill her filial duties, her father and Grandma Zhang had already been gone for many years, and this became an indelible pain in her heart.
Sensing Yang Mengchen's sorrow, Long Xuanmo's eyes were filled with an unconscious tenderness and concern, and his confusion deepened.
The others, each preoccupied with their own thoughts, remained silent, and the room fell into a peaceful quiet.
Lady Luo, who was most touched, gazed at her husband beside her, her eyes gradually moistening.