"Xiaojiu... it was my fault."
When Jun Moqing arrived, he saw that Xiaojiu's eyes were swollen from crying, felt a pang of heartache, but did not regret telling his daughter that Ye Suhuan was here.
If she found out later, there would not only be sadness but also regret.
Feng Wuyou saw her father come and plunged into his arms again, "Father..."
Jun Moqing comforted his daughter by patting her back, "Xiaojiu, everyone has their own destiny, and Ye Suhuan wouldn't want you to be so heartbroken."
"Father, about third brother..." Feng Wuyou recalled the past, realizing that third brother had become like this because of her. If it weren't for her, third brother wouldn't have left home for so many years, wouldn't have become a monk, nor would he have shut himself away in the Confinement Room to wither away alone.
Jun Moqing carried his daughter out of the Confinement Room.