Living room——
The atmosphere was exceptionally silent, even carrying a hint of eeriness.
Zhong Mingyu and Zhong Mengxuan sat on the sofa; neither father nor daughter spoke, resulting in silence as they sat there. It seemed they wanted to say something, but they didn't know what to say.
Li Yiqiu simply slumped on the floor, her eyes vacant, her thoughts unknown.
It was unclear how much time had passed when Zhong Mingyu slowly stood up, intending to leave the living room.
His movement startled Li Yiqiu, who had been immersed in her own grief. She suddenly seemed to come back to her senses and quickly got up, grabbing the departing Zhong Mingyu. Her eyes were sorrowful, filled with a thousand words she couldn't express.
