Letters in the Wardrobe
That afternoon, everything unfolded just as Shen Wuxiao had predicted.
After seeing that Yan Fei had calmed down considerably and fallen asleep, Su Ziming decided to go home.
First, to bring Yan Fei some clean clothes to change into; second, to sort through his daughter's things.
She was gone. She had to be laid to rest.
She could not remain here forever.
No matter how reluctant he was in his heart, he still had to give his daughter a peaceful resting place.
So that on the road of her departure, she could leave in peace.
In her next life, may she never meet him again.
He was an incompetent father, an incompetent husband.
He had abilities in abundance, yet could not protect his family.
After giving Xiao Yifeng and Ren Xiang a few instructions, Su Ziming set off for home.
The whole way, he was in a daze.
He did not even know whether he had run any red lights before arriving at the old residential compound.
The compound looked the same as it had on former days.
When he went upstairs, he ran into a neighbor.
"Little Su, I thought you'd gone out. Didn't you come home yesterday?"
Su Ziming forced out a smile. "Something came up."
"Oh, right. Where are your wife and daughter? Yesterday, I was saying I'd bring you some corn we cooked ourselves, but I knocked for ages and nobody answered!"
A sour ache welled up in Su Ziming's heart. He smiled again. "Thank you. They... went back to her parents' home."
"I see. All right, come have tea at Auntie's place when you have time. Don't forget."
"Okay!" Su Ziming answered and opened his own door.
The moment he entered, sorrow swept over him.
The scent of the room, the