"Mom." Sheng Youxia had her own understanding, she was clear, it wasn't blind favoritism.
She wouldn't blindly blame Qin Jin for her father's death.
"Dad fell, but falling wasn't the cause of his death, we shouldn't think wildly about it anymore."
Sheng Youxia's eyes were red, but her gaze was resolute.
Guan Mingshu nodded, "You know her the best, since you say so, Mom believes her too."
Sheng Youxia rested her head lightly against her shoulder, "From now on, I only have you, no, and Minmin, too. Mom, you need to take care of yourself, you mustn't have any accidents."
Hearing this, Guan Mingshu felt very comforted and joyful.
In the following two days, Sheng Youxia became exceptionally sleepy.
She slept soundly, hardly waking up hungry even after eating just once a day.
When she awoke, she saw a figure standing by the window.
Broad shoulders, long and straight legs, Sheng Youxia clenched her hand and felt something in her palm.