However, Jing Tong had no interest in watching a drowning dog. To her, the matter had been settled. She could finally comfort her father's soul in heaven.
Jiang Yu specially accompanied her to Jing zhinyuan's Cemetery.
It was drizzling in the capital when they returned. Jing Tong quietly leaned against the man beside her, feeling a sobriety and determination that she had never felt before. The questions that she had once doubted and worried about would no longer cause a ripple in her heart.
At the thought of this, she couldn't help but rub her face against the man beside her.
Sensing her reliance on him, Jiang Yu smiled and held her tighter. "What are you thinking about?"
I'm thinking about Yingluo. she rolled her eyes. Jiang Yu, you're so good!
