Little Fox was certain she could not have mistaken him. Daddy's face was far too distinctive, and how could she possibly fail to recognize him!
The Daoist in gray robes with his back to her was none other than Hu Yun!
Gone was his usual frivolity, and gone was his usual warm smile.
That familiar face was filled with sorrow, his eyes brimming with deathly stillness.
Just one glance made Hu Tutu's heart ache.
She did not know what Daddy had been through, but when she saw Hu Yun's expression, Hu Tutu could feel that her daddy must have been enduring a great sorrow in his life at that moment!
Great sorrow meant pain too deep to put into words, the world in one's eyes drained of color, leaving only a deathly gray.
Tutu lowered her head slightly toward the little grave mound. She seemed to understand.
Someone very important to Daddy was buried here!
But who exactly was buried here? Why were they here?
Mommy had said this was Tutu's world. Why would someone very important to Daddy be buried here?
Looking at the line of words she could not read on the gravestone, Hu Tutu understood the importance of learning at that moment.
If she were not illiterate, she would surely know now just what sort of person lay buried in this little grave mound!
But that could not stump clever Tutu!
Little Fox trotted over to the gravestone before the mound, her little fox face scrunched up as she tried hard to memorize every word on it.
As long as she memorized the shapes of all these words and wrote them out for Eldest Senior Brother once she got out, he would definitely recognize them!
Hu Tutu smugly praised herself in her heart for being the cleverest