The next moment.
Bai Meng actually began to dance and sing.
Moh Li, "..."
He felt that there should still be someone in the Bai Family, wasn't Bai Xiang there?
The song was in a language they didn't understand, undulating gently.
Like a warm breeze, it brushed past their ears.
Until it reached Bai Zhi.
The initial inclination to smile turned into nothing but respect and solemnity.
It bestowed upon them a sense of sanctity.
Bai Dan closed his eyes, and all his memories flooded back in that moment.
It turned out...
He had seen Xingxing's cautiousness, sometimes even feeling too guilty to look at her.
That silly child, back then, must have thought she wasn't his granddaughter.
Believed she was just an outsider.
Xingxing's past life had been too bitter, far too harsh.
His own inaction had also made him one of the murderers who had killed Xingxing.
So he wanted to sacrifice everything to give Xingxing a fresh start.
