I don't know when it started, but somehow, the estrangement between them as father and daughter reached such a level.
Su Xingyu felt a bit heartbroken; she turned her head slightly, avoiding looking at Su Zhongxiao, and left the Su Family's house with her bodyguards.
Outside, the early winter sunlight was cold and serene, the air biting. She took a deep breath and left all the unpleasantness of the house behind her. All she wanted now was to go home quickly, to her and Lu Shifeng's home, where there was no estrangement, gaps, or dark despair, only the roses she planted by hand, the carefully selected little decorations, and that man who seemed cold but was actually incredibly considerate…
That was her real home.
In the evening, when Lu Shifeng returned, he asked if her visit to Su Xingqi went smoothly?
Su Xingyu nodded, saying everything was fine and didn't tell him that the girl had almost lost her mind.
