It was another Saturday, and Lin Yun still got up early.
He no longer had social obligations or overtime, but he still had to spend the evenings tutoring two elementary school underachievers, then prepare lessons afterward. In the end, he still did not get to rest until the early hours of the morning.
Fortunately, at his age, he no longer needed as much sleep as he had when he was younger. Six hours was enough.
After carefully tidying up his appearance once more, though still dressed in a black suit, Lin Yun took the necklace he had prepared last week from Anya's dressing case and walked out of the bedroom.
After simply dealing with the ingredients in the refrigerator, he woke Lin Xiaolu. Father and daughter finished breakfast together, then drove to the cemetery where Anya rested.
Ever since Lin Xiaolu had failed to follow Lin Yun on their wedding anniversary last week and instead learned the truth behind her mother's death, the relationship between her and Lin Yun had basically eased.
Although their long cold war meant their interactions remained somewhat awkward and unfamiliar, even as the rift between them gradually healed, Lin Xiaolu no longer deliberately put on a cold face around Lin Yun. Sometimes, with the clear intention of repairing their relationship, she would even hesitantly take the initiative to speak with him.
Lin Yun was already more than satisfied with this kind of relationship.
As her father, he had not continued to comment on Lin Xiaolu being a magical girl. After all, from what he had seen in his daily life as Larkspur, he knew his daughter was gradually getting back on the right track.
Perhaps the only unexpected thing had been the battle a few days ago.
According to the three girls' descriptions afterward, Lin