Could it be that the things that bothered her for the past half a month were all her own imagination?
He had been going through a heart-wrenching parting of life and death when he returned to England.
"Dad, who is this person?"
Kuang Yin walked up and stared at the strange box as he asked softly.
Peng Bairan lowered his head to look at him, touched his face and explained,"
"That's Dad's best friend. He passed away."
"Oh, then how did he die?"
"Sick."
"Can't he be cured?"
"It can't be cured."
"Dad, don't be too sad. You still have me and Mom!"
Kuang Yin patted the back of Peng Boran's hand like a little adult.
He probably didn't know the exact meaning of death, but his words were exceptionally warm.
"It's better to be buried as soon as possible!"
Kuang Meiyun replied softly. Then, she went to rest. She looked very tired.
"His last words were to return to Victoria Harbor…Kai, go and start the motorboat..."
