Rong Xianning looked at the young girl who was momentarily lost in thought, feeling inexplicably uneasy, and waved a hand in front of Shen You'an.
"An'an, what's wrong with you?"
Shen You'an came back to herself and lowered her eyes with a smile.
"It's nothing, just suddenly remembered some people and things, as if it was all predestined."
Rong Xianning was even more perplexed.
Shen You'an didn't explain much. She took Rong Xianning's hand and said to the tombstone, "Dad, I understand."
He came to replace you in continuing to protect me, didn't he?
Rong Xianning looked at their interlocked hands and suddenly froze, a blush quietly creeping up his ears.
Facing the tombstone, his expression was solemn and pious.
Ten years ago, in that oppressive black rain, when he saw the little girl crying sadly, he made a small vow in his heart.
I will replace uncle and always guard you.
He never dared to show himself and could only hide quietly in the shadows.
