Fu Ying headed straight to her bedroom and never came downstairs.
She didn't even eat dinner.
Fu Mingchuan knew she was still feeling uneasy, so he didn't disturb her.
Fu Ying sat at her desk, staring at the two pieces of the jade hairpin. She picked them up and pieced them together, noticing a gap.
Beside her, Qibao squatted next to her, rubbing against her comfortingly, then meowed softly at her.
Fu Ying sighed, placed the two pieces of the jade hairpin back into the box, and locked it in the drawer.
When she was about to go to bed, Fu Mingchuan knocked on the door: "Yingying, Nanny Wu has washed your clothes, washed them several times, they smell nice."
Fu Ying took the clothes, nodded, and smiled: "Thanks, Dad."
Fu Mingchuan sighed softly, touched her head with tenderness: "You've been put through a lot."
"It's okay, it's all in the past."
Fu Mingchuan was startled, not expecting his daughter to say that.
