My Father Is Coming Back...

Tang Ni's private residence was not large. At the very least, compared with Mu Qinghe's private residence, it seemed far more humble.

There was no one here.

No flowers were planted, nor was there any grass. Everything was plain and simple.

Yet the courtyard was swept very clean.

Clearly, Tang Ni came here often.

There were not many rooms. The furnishings in the central room were also exceedingly simple: tables, chairs, benches, and a few daily necessities.

There was nothing else.

From this alone, one could see that Tang Ni and Mu Qinghe had completely different attitudes toward life.

Three paintings hung in the room.

Ink-wash paintings.

The technique was not particularly masterful, but it was clear they had been painted with great care. Every stroke had been painstakingly refined.

The upper painting depicted an old man in purple robes, with a great beard. He looked imposing and commanding, yet there was a smile in his eyes.

Gentle and benevolent, like a grandfather looking upon his most beloved granddaughter.

No matter what outsiders said, he believed his granddaughter was wonderful, utterly wonderful.

Ye Qiu stared at the portrait. "You painted this?"

Tang Ni nodded. "My grandfather."

After a pause, she added, "He died because of me."

Ye Qiu said nothing. He looked at the portrait of the woman beneath the old man's painting. She appeared to be in her thirties, a very gentle-looking woman.

Tang Ni said, "My Mother... also died from wearing herself out for me."

Ye Qiu fell silent.

He casually glanced at the third portrait without looking too closely, because it had not yet been completed.

It was clearly a man, tall and broad, holding a black battle saber.

It should have been Tang Ni's father.

"All right." Tang Ni's voice sounded. Ye Qiu withdrew his gaze,