After saying those two words, the child darted off again. One look at that speed, and it was clear he was prime material for a Body Cultivator. Zheng Jin was stunned by those words, then could not help laughing. Just look at what a father Zhu Chang was—truly a spectacular failure. Good. A person like him did not deserve anyone's wholehearted devotion.
While a wedding funeral was being held here, the three of them finally found the graves of Su Yao's parents based on her faint memories.
Calling them graves was generous. They were merely two small mounds of earth. The earthen markers, left untended and exposed to wind and sun, had already cracked, and the words on them were even harder to make out. "Are you sure this is the place?"
Su Yao was not entirely sure either. She had only come once. Afterward, she had fallen onto the streets and been sold into Hundred Herbs Pavilion, never coming back again. "I vaguely remember it being here. My father was in poor health to begin with. In my memories, he was always taking medicine, so our family never had much money. My mother washed clothes and mended garments for others. All year round, her fingers were red and swollen."
"Later, my father died of illness, and my mother's health worsened too. When she died, she held my hand. She could not bear to leave me, and the way she looked at me was... sorrowful." It was as though she had been looking through Su Yao at someone else. But Su Yao had been too young and ignorant then to understand why her mother had looked at her that way.
"Do not be sad. If your father and mother are watching from heaven, they surely would not want to see