Retentive Hand

Looking at the expressions of their family of three.

Zhao Shuning lowered her head, trying her best to calm down.

Her tone was low, no sound of emotion or joy could be heard.

"Forget it, why would I expect people like you to understand kinship and love, and understand that blood is more important than water?"

Following Zhao Shuning's example, Mo Bai gently patted her back and whispered, "Ning —"

Zhao Shuning patted Mo Bai's hands, "Don't worry, I'm not sad. They're not worthy of being sad."

In order to find her brother Ye Xingchen, when she was still Ye Ling, she had suffered countless hardships. But these people, they were obviously close to her, but not only did they not cherish her, they did not love her.

In the memory of the shivering, always wear the hibiscus dress, then smile gently, the tone is always the euphemism and comfort of a lady.

The most common thing she said was: Listen to Sect Mistress Ning.

"Miss, you?"