Every time Yin Huaixi mentioned his father, he was always proud and smug. He said that he despised his father, but his eyes were filled with admiration.
Under his father's influence, Yin Huaixi also grew into a person who stood tall.
He was willing to defend the border for the commoners.
He was willing to plan for the refugees.
Yin Huaixi asked her, "What's wrong?"
Yu Youyao shook her head. "I just envy you for having a good father."
Seeing that there seemed to be a hint of sadness in her eyes, Yin Huaixi suddenly said, "You don't have to envy me. In the future… you have to change your words. What's mine is also yours."
Yu Youyao's eyes widened in shock. Only then did she realize what he meant. Her face immediately turned red. She turned around with the cinnabar orchid in her hand. "I— I'll go back to the tent first and settle the cinnabar orchid."
