But the difference was too obvious, too exaggerated.
Bai Zhi looked just like those little cabbages in the field, the withered kind at that.
Not to mention Bai Zhi's face, devoid of any trace of color, looked even more pitiable.
"Is this Bai Zhi?"
Nan Jin's lips moved slightly before he finally spoke.
His voice carried a slight rasp.
"Yeah, this is my daughter Xingxing. Keep your voices down, she's finally getting some rest. She's never had a rest all these years, only now does she have the chance."
Ye Xiu's nose felt sour, and for some reason, she suddenly remembered these words.
All along, Xingxing had been busy. Busy working, busy studying, busy earning money. It seemed only now had she truly stopped.
"I… don't know what to say."
For a moment, Nan Jin really didn't know what to say.
