For the past six months, let’s not ntion it, she used to live in Toronto. Every year during Qingming, she would return to pay respects at her father’s grave, following the traditions of Huaxia Country. Although her father had passed away, in the cold Cheng Family, she felt like she was completely an extra among the four mbers of the Cheng Family.
It was only at this mont, here, facing the silent tombstone, that she felt she wasn’t a rootless floater.
Furthermore, perhaps because she had been stifled in the Cheng Family for too long, she beca taciturn. It was only in front of her father and grandparents that she could relax and return to the lively state she used to enjoy, full of laughter and chatter.
"This year, I’ve gone through a lot, t many friends, and changed a lot. I even went to Huaxia Country, to the hotown. Shangcheng is a beautiful city—it’s just unfortunate that I didn’t have Aunt Qiu’s contact information. In the vast crowd, I didn’t know where to find her."
When ntioning "Aunt Qiu," Yu Zexiao found it a bit strange. After all, among all the people he knew, only Qiu Yixian had the surna Qiu.
However, with the surnas in Huaxia Country, the pronunciation "qiu" corresponds to many surnas such as "Qiu," "Qiu," "Qiu," and "Qiu," so even though Yu Zexiao found it sowhat familiar, it wasn’t possible to imdiately connect it to Qiu Yixian.
"Dad, I didn’t take over the company—and because of this, the company beca unstable. I let Uncle Hu take charge of things, will you bla for not guarding the family business?"
In fact, if she hadn’t fallen in love with Yu Zexiao, she would certainly have returned to the company to inherit everything from her father.
However, unexpectedly, this ti, she escaped the trap set by the Cheng Family, could it be that her father was watching over her from the beyond?
She crouched down, gently brushing the dust off the tombstone. Yu Zexiao also crouched down, despite being such a clean person, he used his own hand to lightly wipe the dust off the three tombstones.
Once the cleaning was done, Jian Anning’s gaze seed to suddenly beco distant: "I broke up with them. At first, I took her as a mother, took them as family. But..."
She shook her head, and beside her, Yu Zexiao seed to sense her disappointnt and imdiately reached out, holding her hand tightly. It was as if he was trying to pass his strength to her, surrounding her with his warmth.
Jian Anning looked back at Yu Zexiao, his eyes clear and profound, like an endless ocean. From that gaze, she saw resilience, determination, and persistence, just like the feeling her father used to give her, it was reassuring, comforting, and also intoxicating.
Unconsciously, she spoke to her father and grandparents: "Dad, Grandpa, Grandma. Although I’ve lost a mother, I have gained the most precious gift. That is, Zexiao by my side. He loves , understands , supports . I want to spend a lifeti with him."
Hearing Jian Anning praise him like this, he blushed a little.
Not to ntion anything else, the "supports ," he just couldn’t live up to.
Even knowing that Ma Xinyu and the others have already passed away, Yu Zexiao still felt a sense of being valued.
He imdiately puffed out his chest, as if he wanted to thump it in assurance:
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