A cold gleam flashed in Bai Rouyun's eyes as she looked at her father's reflection in the water surface.
She had always wanted to know who her parents were in her past life, but it was not only because she was starving for affection; it was just as much to confront them, and try to understand why she had been abandoned.
Now that she had her answers, she, strangely enough, did not feel a need to connect with these strangers anymore, nor did she want to recognize her ancestors.
Instead, she had a longing to see Li Moyun. To talk with him, and tell him everything that was on her mind.
He was the one who had given her warmth.
He was her home.
Feeling a little impatient and eager to rush back to Little Chu, and ask about her husband's affairs, she became restless.
The sound of her clothes rustling caused her father to look towards the source of the sound, and what he saw made his eyes widen in surprise. Was this his daughter?