C367 She Despised the Bad Writing She Had Done

Perhaps she thought that no one was around, but Nian Qingci didn't intentionally lower her voice.

The sound of the wind carried them outside the house.

Si Junling's action of entering earlier was abruptly interrupted.

When she thought back to today in the Jiang Family Ancestral Hall, when she knelt in front of the memorial tablet, she spoke those words very seriously.

— — Father, Mother