Night shrouded the Gu Realm, cool moonlight streaming down in wisps.
In a secluded courtyard, the candlelight in one of the side rooms burned brightly.
As Chen Mo drew closer, he could hear faint sobbing coming from inside.
Hearing those choked sobs, Chen Mo stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sky with a somewhat sorrowful and reflective expression.
Tang Huo'er had lost her mother when she was young. Tang Zhen had raised her through every hardship, and he could be said to be the person closest to her—even her husband could not compare. Now that Tang Zhen had died in battle and she could not even avenge him as his daughter, Tang Huo'er was naturally heartbroken.
What Chen Mo did not know was that Tang Huo'er had spent the past month crying every day.
"Knock, knock."
Chen Mo waited for a while. Only after the crying inside had subsided did he knock on the door.
"Huo'er, it's me," Chen Mo said softly.
"Husband." Tang Huo'er had been leaning against the bed, holding her father's belongings and mourning over them. Upon hearing the familiar voice, she hurriedly rose and opened the door.
The moment she saw Chen Mo, she instinctively nestled into his embrace. Tang Huo'er, whose eyes were already red and swollen from crying, began sobbing softly again as she told him about all the little moments she had shared with Tang Zhen.
Chen Mo did not interrupt her. He held her slender hand and quietly listened to her recount everything.
After she finished, Chen Mo drew her into his arms and gently stroked her soft back. "Huo'er, don't worry. I will definitely avenge father-in-law."
"Husband."
Tang Huo'er rested her cheek lightly against Chen Mo's chest. Hearing this, a happy blush spread across her face. She