Ji Wanzhou's hands trembled as he touched the letter. Then, he brought the few pieces of paper closer to his face and sniffed them. With that sniff, Ji Wanzhou's eyes turned red.
It was the fragrance unique to his mother. Even though so many years had passed and the fragrance had already faded, he could still smell it.
When Old Bai and Meng Qingge saw Ji Wanzhou like this, both of them kept quiet and didn't make any sound.
After a long while, Ji Wanzhou finally calmed himself down and gave the letter to Meng Qingge, "You, read it aloud."
Did Meng Qingge raise her eyebrows and ask her to read his mother's will? All right... Therefore, Meng Qingge took the few letters from Ji Wanzhou. She skimmed through the contents, brewed her emotions and then started to read.
Meng Qingge's voice was neither hurried nor slow. Because she had skimmed through it beforehand, her tone was just right.